“I’m breaking up with you.” Expectantly she looked up at her. “Or, you start trying really hard right now. If you blow me off once more, don’t trust me or treat me as a vagina we are done for good,” Jacqui dictated. Ella typed along, giggling, looking pleased.
“Sounds clear to me. I’m not even sure why I’m still doing this, the second I meet someone else I am out,” she said with more bravado than she felt. It felt nice to have so much power, it made her feel like she mattered. Jaqcui giggled corroboratory.
“Send it, I can’t wait.” When Jaqcui got off a station earlier she felt her energylevels drop. That happened frequently. With her friends she felt great, but as soon as she was alone not much remained. Suddenly her skirt felt too short, her heels too high and her phone stayed painstakingly quiet. That horrible moment where you waited for someone to reply, avoiding this was reason enough to keep having a boyfriend. She felt the feeling of power melt away. Two ticks. He read it.