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A few days later, Rose shows up on my doorstep unannounced.

"Edward broke it off," she cries.

I freeze, unsure how to respond. "What? Why would he do that?" I ask cautiously.

She cries harder, and I tell her to come in. She immediately heads to the kitchen, rummaging through my cupboards until she finds a bottle of tequila. She pours herself a glass, then posts up on my couch, crying about how she didn't see it coming.

"Did he say why?" I ask again, because if she's about to throw accusations at me, I want to be prepared.

"Of course he said why," she snaps, wiping her face with her shirt. "According to him, we're too different. I fucking came home a few days early to surprise him, and he just shits on me."

I visibly relax. "Well. Rose. Did you really think you two were... compatible?" I don't point out that she hates his beard, the way he dresses, and that he smokes when he's drunk.

Her brows pull together and she gives me a hard look. "Of course I thought we were compatible. How can you even say that to me?"

"I just… maybe you're feeling more upset because he was the one who ended it first."

Between scoffs, she drinks more tequila. "I think he's seeing someone else."

My heart skips. "What? Why? Did he say something?"

"No. But there's no other explanation."

"I doubt that's true," I offer, then immediately feel guilty.

She says I'm right, that he wouldn't be able to find anyone better than her, then heads to the bathroom. I use her absence to text Angela.

Dude. Edward broke up with Rose.

I stare at my messages, watching impatiently as Angela replies.

Thank fucking God! ~applause~

After we left the party on Friday, I told Angela about what happened in the bathroom. Ange was pretty drunk, so she decided if Edward didn't break up with Rose within a week, she was going to take matters into her own hands. She also offered to key his car. I don't think she was being serious, but at least now none of us have to find out if she was or not.

The toilet flushes and I send Ange one last text.

BTW she's here right now. And crying. A LOT. I feel bad.

I read her response before I place my phone face down on the couch.

Don't feel bad. You didn't do anything wrong. I REPEAT: DO NOT FEEL BAD.

Rose sits down, releasing a long breath. Her face is still splotchy and red, but her tears have finally stopped.

"He's fucking that roommate of his," she swears. "I just know it."

It's a quick switch from sad to angry, and I'm not sure which I prefer handling: a depressed Rose who's feeling sorry for herself, or a downright nasty one who spews lies to make herself feel better.

"I don't think he's sleeping with Jess. I didn't get that vibe," I say honestly.

Rose gives me a calculating look, and it takes a minute for me to realize why.

"You've met Jess?"

"I… yeah. Angela and I ran into her and Edward last Sunday."

She immediately jumps into twenty questions. "Where?"

"Ballard."

"What were they doing?"

"I don't know. Hanging out? He said they live nearby."

"You talked to him?"

"Of course."

"Did he mention me?"

"No."

"So, then what did you guys talk about?"

"Not much," I lie. "We literally stopped by Public House for some beer, and that was that."

"You actually hung out with them?" Rose says in shock. "Jess is a real bitch, right?"

"Actually… she was pretty nice. She and Ange really hit it off, so—"

"Figures."

I brush off her comment. "We went to her grad party the other night. And I promise you, there's nothing between Edward and Jess."

She grows silent, and my thoughts run wild. There's no way she could know there's anything between Edward and me. Not that there's even anything, really. But there could've been. I don't know for sure if he broke up with her for me. But I really hope he did.

"So you just hang out with my boyfriend now?" she snaps.

"Ex-boyfriend," I correct before I can stop myself.

She takes a quick gulp of tequila. "Not if I can help it."

"What… do you mean?"

"He obviously just needs some space right now."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Trust me," she says, pointing at me with the bottle. "I give it a week before he's crawling back."

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Kim endured a 2AM drunk skype call from me last night, rambling about story ideas. Everyone should thank her for not allowing me to go in the shit-show direction I wanted to, lol.