On the long flight home, my whole body ached. My head from crying, my legs from the flight, but most of all my heart from the emotional beating it just took. I felt betrayed. How could you do this to me Stacey? I thought brokenly. First, she lied, and then she cheated on me.
"We are now arriving in Orlando." The flight attendant said over the intercom. I walked to where my limo was parked and climbed in. All I wanted to was go home and sleep.
"Hey Curly. How was your meeting with your lady?" Chris asked winking at me. I wasn't in the mood to answer questions, but I knew I would have to no matter what I wanted.
"It sucked to say the least. She was locking lips with Ryan Phillippe." I said, trying not to cry. Chris looked positively shocked.
"Look man. I'm sorry. She doesn't deserve you." Chris said, patting me on the shoulder. I didn't want anybody's pity. I wanted to turn back time and take back our phone conversation, to make things right. As I trudged up the stairs to my room, I kept thinking, maybe there's an explanation. Maybe I overreacted. I saw Stacey's smiling picture on my night stand. If I hadn't gotten her that part, maybe things would be different. I flopped down on my bed and thought about ways to lift my mood. I realized something. I should be angry, not sad. I was betrayed. I picked up the phone and started dialing.
"Hello?" Squeaked a voice I knew all to well.
"Hey Brit." I said, as cheerfully as I could.
"Justin? Oh I'm so glad you called!" Britney said excitedly. Britney Spears. The perfect revenge. I couldn't stand her but I could try for a while. But she wasn't the one I longed to be holding in my arms.
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