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Instead he whispers in Vanessa ear and she rewards him with a slight giggle and light slap to the shoulder. It was probably something sexually related. Jordan is watching the scene and giving me apologetic glances when she thinks nobody is looking.
    “Where are you ladies from?” Ben asks Jordan and me. This question catches Professor Michaels’ attention and he is listening for our response.
    “We are from Houston, Texas,” Jordan responds for us both. “Siobhan and I moved here with another friend so we wouldn’t be alone.”
    “That was quite a big move. How did your parents feel about it?” Vivian counters.
    “My mother supported my college choice and it helped that I would have Jordan and Liam with me,” I provide.
    “My parents felt the same way,” Jordan adds.
    Vivian is quick with sorting through the details. She notices immediately that I have failed to mention my father’s input. “What about your father, Siobhan?”
    “Vivian leave it. Obviously she would have mentioned him if she wanted to,” Professor Michaels speaks up.
    “No, its fine. My father is a freelance photographer who travels around the world. We speak occasionally. He sends my mother money toward my education and supported her decision to let me go. He says I take after him because I have an adventurous get-out-and-see-the-world attitude.”
    “That’s wonderful. You mentioned another friend moved here with the two of you—Liam is it? Where is he tonight? I would’ve loved to meet him too,” she responds.
    “Some other time, Vivian.” Professor Michaels nips that line of questioning in the bud and I am thankful. We continue dinner, and the focus is shifted toward Vanessa’s house hunting.
     

     
    TODAY IS GOING to be a better day. No more moping over Liam. I repeat this mantra a few more times to convince myself that he is not worthy of my sadness. It is indeed time to move on, especially since he moved on two weeks prior to breaking up with me. I grab my laptop to log onto Facebook. It is an attempt to bring some normalcy back into my life. I enjoy looking at the photos and status updates from friends and family back home. After responding to a couple of posts asking about the time I’m having, which I lie about, I click on Liam’s page. A glutton for punishment is my only explanation.
    His status change to single is not what makes me see red. He has expunged all traces of us from his page. He doesn’t have a single photo of me.
     
    Five years are eradicated with a tap of a keystroke. A lone tear slips from my eye and runs down my heated cheek. The saltiness of it pisses me off since I declared he wouldn’t get any more tears from me. Angrily, I click on my photo album and begin to return the sentiment. Jordan picks this moment to come into my room.
    “Good for you,” she says approvingly. “You are ready to move on.”
    I look up at her and she now sees my tear stained face. “I’m just following his lead. He deleted all traces of me first.”
    “He is such a harsh bastard. I would’ve never thought he was capable of being such an ass. I never thought he would be unfaithful either,” she huffs. “Good riddance to that jerk.”
    I laugh because it was okay a second ago when she thought I was the one to initiate the deletion. Leave it to Jordan to have my back. “Yeah ... good riddance!” Who says that anymore, but I’ll roll with it.
    “Get your swimsuit, were heading to Venice beach. No moping will be allowed.”
    I don’t protest. I rush to my room to get ready. I put on my white paisley bandeau bikini top with the matching hipkini bottoms. I throw on a pair of my famous jean cut-offs, a loose fitting tank, and my go-to flip-flops. I stray from my usually messy bun and opt for braided pigtails. Jordan walks in wearing a fire red, barely there string bikini covered by a sheer black tube dress that is meant to be a cover up.
     
    “Let’s catch some rays, chica.”
    “Are you going to invite the