Cupcake Fail

What would you do if your ex gave you something for Valentine's Day, but your boyfriend didn't?

I’m standing in the main lobby, at school, talking with my friends.

                “Did Trevor give you anything?” July asks.

                I glance nervously about, my eyes scanning the bundles of students littering the hall. When I don’t see my boyfriend, turn disappointed, back to my friends.

                “I haven’t seen him yet,” I say.

                “Isn’t he supposed to be bringing you flowers?”

                “Well, he’s not supposed to be… But it would be nice.” Then I notice with envy that my friends are all clutching flowers or teddy bears or the classic heart-shaped box of chocolates.

                Then a big hand covers my eyes from behind me, and I feel my face break into a big grin.

                “Guess who?” they ask. The voice is deep and masculine.

                When I turn, I expect to see my boyfriend, Trevor, but to my surprise and annoyance, it’s my ex, John, instead.

                “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he beams.

                “Huh, thanks. What do you want?”

                He puts his hand over his heart and fakes pain.

                “You wound me,” he says.

                “You deserved it,” I say.

                “Look, I’ve told you a thousand times that I’m sorry.”

                “You went skinny dipping with Caroline. FYI, that’s not something you do when you have a girlfriend.”

                He sighs in frustration. “Anyway, I wanted to give you this.” Looking down, I notice for the first time, a chocolate cupcake topped with hot pink icing in his hand. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” I look back up at him in time to see his lips curl at the corner.

                “You better get away from my girl before I break that smolder.” Trevor " finally " has shown up. He slings his arms around my shoulders and kisses my forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

                “Thanks. What took you so long?” I ask.

                “I had to pick this up at the florist’s.” He brings out a single red rose from behind his back.

                “Aw,” I say, taking it from him. “Thank you so much. I love you.”

                “I love you, too.” He hugs me.

                “Get a room,” John groans.

                Oops. Forgot he was there.

                “Leave me alone,” I say.

                “Just take the dang cupcake.”

                “No.”

                “Take it,” he orders. “I have no one else I want to give it to.”

                I sigh heavily. “Fine.”

                As I reach for it, my boyfriend says, “No no, no no. I’ll take it.”

                I wonder what the heck he wants with a hot pink cupcake, but then once he has it, he purposely drops it.

                “Stay away from my girlfriend, you---“

                “No no. Let’s keep this PG, please,” I tell him.

                “… you vaginal cleaner,” he counters sarcastically. I smile.

                “This so wasn’t worth five bucks,” John says as he walks away.

                “Cupcake fail,” Trevor says after him, and smiles, too.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting ending to the story. Valentine day can be hell for some people. Thank you for the entertaining story.
Coyote

[Asilem]

Thank you for reading it. :)

[blegh]

LMFAO! i will forever love this story aseilum