mallory_quinn (mallory_quinn) wrote in low_tide, @ 2009-11-15 16:16:00 |
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Predicament
She should have known better than to trust a guy who was that pretty.
Mallory looked at the picture of herself and Dominic as she threw the last of his clothes out the window and into the yard. Let him pick them up, the jerk. She should never have let him leave any of his stuff here. She should never have done a lot of things.
They had never really been a couple, anyway. Not officially, the way you might think of a boyfriend/girlfriend arrangement. He had been cute, charming in his own way, and had the most dangerous blue eyes in the world. A pair of jeans snagged on the windowsill; the redhead tugged them loose and watched them sail through the air to join the growing pile in the dirt. Maybe the neighbors next door would come by and pick the heap over, take what they wanted. That'd be a laugh.
When she was finished with the impromptu housecleaning, she sat down on the futon and put her head in her hands. She was going to have to do some thinking. Supposedly, her not-boyfriend was in Miami with his step-mother helping her move furniture. And getting rid of him was the easy part, anyway. It was what would happen next that was the dilemma.
She had some money saved up, and while she'd never be rich she lived frugally enough that with budgeting she could get by on her own. She'd done it before, after her attempt at college, there was no reason she couldn't do it now. If she had to, she could get a second job.
Hormones and bad judgment. That's what Gramma Iris called it when her cousin Danielle got knocked up. Mallory rubbed her brow, looked down at the floor. Apparently concerned for his person's behavior, Tuffy got up from where he'd been dozing near the window and brushed a wet nose against her left knee. She scratched the spot between the bulldog's ears. She was going to have to make some choices now, some difficult ones.
The easy part was finished. The rest was going to be much more problematic.