Okay so this is my first story on here so... take it easy on me yea? hope you all like it :)

The song for this chapter is "Reality" by: Staind

I glanced at my cell phone for what felt like the millionth time in the last 20 minutes . . . 4:50 pm and all I had to show for today was hours of sleep and studying. It was my day off from work and I had, recently, purposely made myself a social outcast. I had nothing to do on a Friday night other than to attend my belly dancing class, keep studying, or get online and chat. Yet, somehow, I didn't think I'd find anyone worthwhile to talk to when I was on.

It's funny. I moved away from home when I was with my boyfriend Edward; swearing that he was "the one", and that we would always be together, get married, and the whole nine. Then after being with him for almost three years, he tells me that he's fallen in love with someone else. What else could I do other than move out? Thankfully we had gotten so many things together that he agreed he'd buy me a new bed since he was keeping our old one. Pathetic life of mine, I thought. More than 1,000 miles away from my family and, quite honestly, I didn't want to move back home. I hate to admit it, but the city of Long Beach had grown on me in a way that I never thought would happen with any town or city in Southern California.

I got myself an apartment near school, well, both schools I attended in Long Beach, their city college and their university. Now that I had WAY more time on my hands because I turned into a social void, and because I was alone, I had nothing but school and my job to clutch on to for stability. I had nothing to show for my new found freedom except a laptop which my now ex-boyfriend got me last Christmas and my new bed.

That was when I started to feel really pathetic. He kept our dog and our old place, along with our car and our furniture; telling me that whoever she was, she'd be moving in with him soon and would be sleeping in our old bed. My old bed. Bastard. As for the dog, he could keep her; I'd make sure that when I could, I'd get myself a beautiful Rottweiler that it would adore me, not like this little traitor. That's what I started to call her at the end and, really, I felt bad about it. She didn't know, nor did she choose sides, though I thought she had made her choice the moment she first looked at him.

I reassessed my thoughts and well, ok, so I'm really not a social void. I had my best friend attending Fresno State and my new roommate, a wonderfully beautiful, smart, and popular girl named Rosalie. I called her Rose because she didn't mind it and because I could. For some reason we got along really well, even though I was sure that she could be something like a super model if she wanted to. We were both nursing majors. I was going for specialty nursing, but I also wanted to do travel nursing since I had nothing to hold me back, not to mention having cut the cords from my family ties. I mean, don't get me wrong. I absolutely adored my family and one day would love to go back home and start a family and all that good stuff. But I finally realized that if I live in my pigeon hole my whole life, then I'll never be able to see the wonderful things that life had to offer me. I logged on to chat. What a big waste of time.

I thought about myself. Not that I wasn't pretty, I knew that I wasn't totally unfortunate looking. But I craved more than just a physical attraction, more than great sex. I wanted to find what I was promised . . . a mate. Not just any mate, a man made just for me; with the same likes and dislikes, the same musical taste, and so on. Or even just a man who would adore me for being me and we could take care of the rest later.

I clicked the 'next' button on my MP3 player, no use in dwelling on things that didn't exist. Plus, I needed to get in the mood. Did I mention I was a social outcast who had too many extra curricular activities? Not to mention a full time job and going to school full time, if you combine both schools? I had belly dancing lessons on Friday, and on Thursday nights, I took Latin dance where they teach different styles of dance like Salsa, Cumbia, Merengue, Bachata, and the newest Reggeaton. The instructor and I were, I guess you could say, friends. We met at the Salsa dance club at school and she asked me to help her with class. In return, I could be her student for the dances I didn't know and not have to pay for the class.

I took up belly dancing again after a while of not doing it. I tried learning it from a friend back home who was taking belly dancing, but then I moved away . . . stupid! There I go again. Anyway, my ex had always said how he thought that it was so sexy that I belly danced, that he wanted me to take it up again. Now here I was, three and a half years later finally taking it, only because I wanted to and I liked it, not to impress him like I had thought of doing.

I glanced at my cell phone again, 5:45 p.m., I needed to get going. I logged off; none of my friends were online. Fellow nerds like me, the people that I could sometimes be myself with and then it would become a little too complex. I got up, grabbed my gym bag and headed out for the garage. The best thing about breaking up with my ex was that I had all this extra money, so I decided to get myself a new car; the new lower prices on a new car had been ridiculous. As I came out of the garage in my pride and joy, a brand new dark red Tahoe with all the extras I could dream of, I looked to the front of the complex only to find my ex buzzing my apartment. Before I could think of anything else, I pulled out and took off. Not a minute later my cell phone began screaming at me . . . I HATE YOU . . . SO MUCH RIGHT NOW! Gosh that ringtone really fits my thoughts toward him.

"Hello?" Thanks, whoever invented Bluetooth, I thought to myself, while answering with extreme nonchalance.

"Hey it's me, are you free to talk for a bit?" he asked. It's you? Who the hell else would it be? You know I have a ringtone for everyone I know… dumb ass.

"Um, not exactly. I'm on my way to class, so you can have the 5 minutes it takes me to drive there." That's right, you're in control, and he no longer owns your ass! I thought, letting my confidence overcome me.

"Oh . . . I had sorta been hoping that I could meet up with you somewhere so that we could talk in person . . ." he trailed off in the last words. What? Why do you wanna talk in person, you broke MY heart! I really couldn't talk to him with my brain yelling these things in my head.

"Well sorry, I have a strict no chatting or hanging out with ex's policy and so far to be honest it's worked well." I replied with amazing confidence. It worked well the last oh 7 months, why not now? I thought.

"C'mon, don't be that way . . . I really need to talk to someone who knows me well . . ." Again, he trailed off. And who the hell am I all of a sudden, your personal shrink?!

"You have your mother who quite honestly tells me that she speaks to me more than she talks to you, maybe you should give her a call because I wasted three years on you just so that you could break my heart, or did you already forget that ever so easily?" I replied, feeling the anger rising in my voice. I loved his mom so I could never muster up the courage to ask her not to talk to me anymore, so we had just compromised that we wouldn't talk about him anymore.

"Please, I need someone who understands me, not like . . ." he almost whispered.

"NOT LIKE HER?!" I literally yelled, "Well that would be because I'm not her! And oh look at that, I've arrived. Talk to someone whose heart you haven't broken, maybe they'll listen more than I'm willing to." And just like that I pressed the little button on my Bluetooth that ends the phone call.

Do you smell that? I thought to myself, the fragrance is called revenge, smells sweet don't it?