Perfect hair, check.
Sexy body, check.
Bright Career, check.
Dramaless life, check.
Awesome job, check.
Boyfriend, unchecked.........
When the highschool sweethearts meet again their ten years school reunion and find themselves as virgin as the day...
"It's time for a GIRL'S NIGHT" VICKY shouted excitedly.
"Not today Vicky. Not in mood at all." I said in a sore voice. Gosh even my voice wasn't supporting me now.
It's been two weeks since that awful night, I can still remember his words like it was yesterday. I have been staring at my phone continuously, re-reading our conversations again and again. It was really toxic. I really needed to get over it, but I don't think I ever will.
Is anyone ever able to get over there first love?...... .....
"Heyyyyyyy, Get up lazy ass! It's time for 'HAPPY JAR' . "
VICKY screamed energetically dragging Sherlyn with her, who wasn't interested at all just like me.
Ever since Aaron's engagement was announced she has been like this. Not wanting to eat properly and trying to avoid everyone submerging herself into work.
Wasn't I doing the same thing?
I thought looking at the files in front of me. Working all time when I can't even concentrate.
The past few days have been difficult for me to take sessions for my patients, since I wasn't emotionally stable myself, let alone, be able to advise them things that I don't do on my end.
"Get upppppppp! This is not fair. After such a long time I have got this really long holiday, no worries about the office, no worries about waking up early or completion of the projects on time. Now, I don't want your sad moods to waste them." Vicky argues.
"Hey, stop being so cheerful. I'm not liking any of this. Why don't you just go and find yourself a new job. At least you will stop annoying us." Sherlyn said in a dead voice.
"I'm also not liking the fact that my two best friends are crying over guys for the two weeks now. It's toooooo much already. If those guys didn't cared about you then why should you. And if you think breakup is sad, try crying on your birthday!" She screamed and kicked the sofa only to hurt her feet and lie flat in the floor in pain.
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"You say us to get over, but what about these," I said pointing out to the trail of bouquets lined up in her room from none other than Alex. "You should give him a call. I think he is really sorry."
"Sorry my foot," and she again kicks the sofa with her injured foot to scream again. "Aaaaahhhhh! Someone must be cursing me. How can you talk to someone you doesn't even respects you? Send me flowers won't change anything. And. Don't ruin my happy mood by talking about him. It's Jaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr time!" She changed the topic 😑 But then we can't say no to JAR'Time. It's tradition.
