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response.
    “What
about you, Jada?” Kat asks. “What do you do?”
    “I own
my own business.”
    “Now
you’re being coy,” David says. “She owns the Bleu Resorts hotel chain.”
    “That’s
amazing. You’re either older than you actually look or you’re very smart.”
    “Or
both,” I reply with a wry smile.
    Okay,
let’s change this topic… I don’t need them asking questions about my personal
life.
    “So
what about you boys? Off to college soon?” I ask.
    “Ten
months to be exact,” Brent replies, all smiles.
    “Staying
in Cali?”
    “Nope.
We’re heading to Europe. France first,” Brad continues.
    “ Parfait.
Vous voyagez dans un pays étranger est toujours un excellent moyen d’apprendre
une nouvelle langue .”
    “What’s
that?” Brent asks.
    Marie
laughs then replies, “Perfect. Travelling to a foreign country is always a
great way to learn a new language.”
    We
enjoy pleasant conversation throughout the rest of the evening. Jonathan and I
manage not to cross each other’s paths.
    It’s
almost nine-thirty when we help Kat with the dishes. Then I’m ready to head
home.
    “Thank
you so much for inviting me into your home. I had a great night.” I kiss Kat on
both her cheeks.
    “You’re
not walking back to that house by yourself,” she replies. “Jonathan can drive
you.”
    “That
really is not necessary,” I say, hoping she’ll back off.
    “Jada,
do you have any idea how cold it is outside?” David asks. “I’m sure you don’t
mind, do you?” he continues, looking at Jonathan.
    “Of
course not,” he responds.
    We say
our goodbyes and soon we get into his car. I am thankful for the ride. The
temperature has dropped drastically. We sit in silence as he maneuvers the car
to head out the long driveway.
    “Where
am I taking you?” he asks politely.
    “Turn
left up the hill. My house is the third on the left after the bridge. Thank
you.”
    He
follows the directions, and moments later, we’re on my doorstep.
    I feel
bad about my Malibu Barbie being smarter then she looks comment. I
wonder if I should say anything, apologize, or let it be. He interrupts my
thoughts.
    “Nice
house.”
    “Thanks.
It’s mine as long as I continue to pay the rent.” I smile.
    “What?
A rich broad like you can’t afford to buy it?”
    “You
just can’t stop yourself from being an asshole, can you? No wonder she said
no,” I snap.
    “Look…
there’s no need for you to make this personal,” he says coolly.
    “And
insinuating I’m a bitch isn’t?”
    “Don’t
take your frustrations out on me because you drove your boyfriend into your
best friend’s arms.”
    I’m at
a loss for words. I’m not sure why I should care, but his words hurt me. My
eyes sting.
    “You
know what? You’re a thoroughbred asshole. Thanks for the ride. Perhaps you
should turn your chariot around and drive straight to hell.” I get out
of the car, closing the door behind me.
    “Jada,
I’m sorry.”
    I hear
him shout behind me, but I know I can’t afford to look. I continue through the
freezing air and I open the door. Never do I turn to see if he’s watching me.
By the time I lock the door from the inside, I can see the taillights
disappearing out the driveway, and a single tear trickles down my face.
    Why
does he have to be such a jerk? Anyway, good riddance. I hope that I’ll never
have to see that asshole again. I swiftly wipe away the tear and try to put him
out of my mind for the rest of the evening. However, when I go to bed that
night, images of him haunt me in my dreams.
     
    *     *     *
     
    What
the fuck was I thinking? After I find out so much about her, at the end of the
night, I insult her and take low blows at her. I’ve blown any chance I had of
getting to know her.
    I feel
like shit. I know my words hurt her. The fact that she wouldn’t even turn to
look at me after my apology tells me that. Sometimes, I need to learn to just
shut the fuck up and not always be so