Slamming the door behind her, the dirty blond with those powerful blue eyes stepped out into the hallway of the hotel she was staying at. She had decided to go on a run on the beach to try and take the stress away and unburden herself with the disgusting feeling that teacher who was taking her ex from her had given her.
And she had seen them on her run.
Jogging past the hotel for the third time, a laugh that had reached her ears echoed over all the beachgoers around her, and it forced her attention to the poolside.
Her eyes immediately became glued to the giggling couple sitting by themselves on a pool chair, men in their pristine suits standing by in case either of them were to want one of the thousands of champagne glasses that were held on those familiar serving trays.
Emily looked extremely happy, and Courtney felt her stomach roll.
Disgusting.
Courtney rolled her eyes at the memory, her wallet tight in her hand as she started down the hall. She had made a reservation for herself because she had no one here to do anything with, and she would die before having to have dinner with her ex, knowing that she wouldn't be caught dead without the new blond she had with her every moment of the day.
Hearing the familiar sound of her ex's throat clearing made her head pop up, and the blond gave a smile.
Emily was refilling her ice bucket, practically hiding in the little nook where the ice machine was plugged in. Her beautiful ebony hair was tightly tied up in a ponytail, her body covered in a tank top and those favorite grey sweat pants she always wore when she didn't have a function to attend.
Biting her lip, the privileged girl leaned herself against the wall. "Eh hem."
Emily's head shot up, her dark eyes immediately glued to the figure of her ex leaning against the wall near her hotel room door with her legs crossed at her ankles. She paused, licking her dry lips to try and calm herself before she nodded to the other girl. "Hey."
Courtney crossed her arms over her chest and grinned. "Bonjour mon animal de compagnie." Hello my pet.
The brunette held herself back from flat out vomiting at the nickname. "Yeah," she sighed, putting the top back on her bucket before walking toward her room. "See you later."
Turning, Courtney stopped the closing door with her palm, her eyes slowly raking up her ex's body, taking in the silky smooth skin uncovered by the tank top she wore, and shook her head. "I've been meaning to talk to you."
Emily slowly shook her head. "I'm busy."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Your little girlfriend?"
She gulped, looking to her ex with those scared brown eyes she wore, her lips gently parted. "No," she softly denied, seeing the hurt behind those hard eyes of the older girl. "I'm supposed to meet her a little later for dinner, but I'm alone right now."
Courtney kept her evil smile spread over her face. "Taking an ice bath?"
Emily's eyes flickered down to the skin around her elbows, seeing the flaky red patches that had been spreading for the past day because of her eczema. "Yeah," the brunette nodded. "It's been kind of bad."
I'm sorry, the older girl thought, knowing how uncomfortable and insecure Emily got with her skin condition.
Seeing how quiet her ex had gotten, Emily tightened her hold on the ice bucket in her arms. "If you don't mind, I kind of have to go. Maybe we can talk later," the privileged girl hopefully suggested, wanting to get past whatever rut they were going through. Courtney had never been so vindictive, and Emily was sure she could go back to being the sweet girl the brunette knew she was.
"Hey," Courtney sighed, looking into those chocolate eyes she had fallen in love with. "I won't tell her."
Emily's brows furrowed, her jaw dropping slightly when she heard the words from the older girl's mouth. "Excuse me?"
The blonde's face softened, knowing what a hard time her ex had gone through when they had been together. No matter what, Emily would always be her first love. "I will never tell."
Emily slowly nodded her head, realization hitting her when Courtney's tears gently started to flow down her cheeks. "Thank you." She could hear her voice crack, and when Courtney ran her fingers over the ink written elegantly across her wrist, she could feel her tears fall as well.