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Jack and I started dating back in college, but we broke up after graduation.
He’s a total contradiction.
Before we dated, he had this cold, brooding, “untouchable” vibe. Once we started dating, though, that mouth of his turned sharp as a knife.
If I took off my jacket, he’d say I looked like a bird spreading its wings.
If I bent down to tie my shoes, he’d joke that I was a Transformer.
This “untouchable” guy turned out to have a real gift for being annoying.
Iranted to Sarah about it, and she said it’s just this thing now–boyfriends with “unexpected contrast.” Apparently, it’s trendy.
But, to be fair, Jack had his good points.
For example, he did all my elective course assignments.
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He also somehow got me through calculus, which I’d have failed without his help.
And even my thesis framework? All Jack’s doing. It was so good it got voted “Outstanding Thesis,” and Jack stayed up late making the PowerPoint for my defense.
The price of being an “academic queen” was that while Jack was killing it in his internship on Wall Street, I was just a lowly editor at a small studio.
That’s also when we started drifting apart.
Jack was swamped with his internship at the investment firm, so we barely talked. I’d hear from him two or three times a week, which was a far cry from what we used to be.
I got it, though. He was working hard to secure his future.
But what really ticked me off was this one time he finally had some time to be with me.
After we had an amazing time together, I wanted to lie there and just trace my fingers over his six–pack.
But nope. Jack got up, grabbed his laptop, and went straight back to work.
Talk about cold–hearted.
I lost it.
I ripped off the necklace he bought me with his first paycheck and threw it at him. “Jack, I want to break up.”
His face twisted, storm clouds gathering.
Just thinking about it makes me shudder.
Ugh, bad vibes.
I lay down and tried to count sheep: “Jack’s cursed, cursed, cursed…”
Just as I was drifting off, my phone rang.
I sat up straight: “What? Jack’s in the hospital?”
Was my wish that powerful? Should I buy a lottery ticket?
“Miss Carter, you should come to the hospital. It’s not looking good.”
