EroticReverie

Hadley Harper 

“This was so nice of you Theo.” My friend Abby says as she thanks Theo. 

It was our ten year highschool reunion, and Theodore Thorne, who beat me for Valedictorian, has paid for the entire graduating class to go on a cruise. 

Yes. A fucking cruise. I may hate the man, and I almost refused to come, before Abby and our other friends convinced me to come. But I’d also be an idiot to turn down a free all inclusive cruise for not just me, but my boyfriend as well.  

Theodore Throne had been the hottest, smartest, and most talented boy in our highschool. And was also my arch nemesis. Right out of highschool he went viral for his singing and has been living the life of a rockstar ever since. Winning fuck Grammys and shit, and even a god damn Oscar for a movie he decided to do a few years ago. The most annoying part was that it was all well deserved. 

They say you shouldn’t hold grudges, but I’m gripping a thirteen year grudge by its fucking balls and never letting go. 

I sit back at the dinner table, arms crossed with my boyfriend Travis’s arm over the back of my chair. 

“Hey man, thanks, this is great. You’re great. I loved your last album. Good stuff.” Travis fan boys over Theo and it gives me the fucking ick. 

“Thanks.” Theo says and looks at me and I narrow my eyes at him as if he’s waiting for me to also thank him. So instead of doing the adult thing , the kind thing, the right thing, because I SHOULD thank him. I don’t. I uncross my arms and sit up and grabs my cocktail and let the hot pink straw slip between my lips and look away from Theo without offering a single word or verbal acknowledgement of his presence. 

“Good to see you’re still a brat Hadley” Theo says. 

Travis looks at me. But I’m glaring right at the six foot five , dark haired , dark eyed pain in the ass. Looking right at my thirteen years long grudge , right in his stupid fucking face. That is still adorned with that stupid fucking lip ring on the right hand side of his lower lip. 

“Oh, here we go” Abby laughs as I say nothing and just glare daggers at him. His lips quirk. 

“Enjoying yourself Pinky?” He asks and my jaw clenches. 

“Pinky?” Travis questions. 

“See you’re still an insufferable jerkoff , THEODORE.” I say his stupid fucking name with all the disdain I can muster. 

“Pinky, why is she called Pinky?” I hear Travis ask and then glare at Theo, so he knows he better keep his mouth shut. 

“You want to tell them or should I?” Theo smirks and my nostrils flare. 

“I’ve always wondered where that name came from” Abby laughs and I glare at her to warn her from encouraging Theo. She just smiles and shrugs. 

“Well, you see..” Theo starts and stand up abruptly and slap one hand on the table and lift the other, pointing my finger at him. 

“If you don’t want your ass thrown over this fucking boat , I suggest you shut your mouth THEODORE.” I say his name again like it’s the stupidest name ever, and because I know he hates it. Everyone calls him Theo. 

“Babe, it’s a ship” Travis unhelpfully adds. 

I roll my eyes and then train them back on Theo. He smirks 

“Yeah Pinky, it’s a ship.” Theo says and I growl. Actually growl , which makes Theo laugh, and makes me even more annoyed. 

“Let’s go” I say to Travis as I turn and go to grab my purse. 

“Oh come on Pinky, take the stick out of your ass and sit back down, I’ll leave, I’ve got to make my rounds anyways. Enjoy yourselves, I’ll catch up more with you later” he says, the end of his statement meant for the rest of his friends at the table. 

“Have a good night Pinky” he winks and then walks away and I seethe as I sit back down. 

“You fuck him or somethin?” Travis asks quietly as he leans over. 

“Travis. Not now.” I hiss. 

“You don’t think you SHOULDVE told me my girlfriend slept with a rockstar?” He says and I turn to him and glare at him. 

“Save this conversation for later.” I warn him. 

He looks at me. And I can tell he’s mad. And this exactly why you never tell guys you date that you once upon time briefly dated a rockstar and lost your virginity to one another. Because their frail male egos can’t fucking handle it.  Plus, Travis and I have only been dating a few months , why would I feel the need to share every past hookup with him? I wasn’t even sure Travis and I were going to work out, he’s honestly a walking bag of red flags, but I invited him as  my plus one because I didn’t want to show up single to my ten year reunion in front of my rockstar ex boyfriend. 

I look around the table. The girls all sipping and looking away , their partners doing the same. 

“Did you?” Travis asks. 

“It doesn’t matter.” I say through gritted teeth. 

“Pretty sure it matters that my girlfriend slept with Theo Thorne and brought me to his ship” He says. 

I roll my eyes. 

“It’s a class reunion. And it’s not HIS ship. He fucking rented it, or whatever.” I say waving my

hand dismissively. 

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asks again and I’m growing more annoyed.

“Because. It. Doesn’t. Matter. It was thirteen years ago Travis, and telling guys I’m dating that I boned a rockstar before he was famous is a lame thing to even bring up. So that’s why. Because it doesn’t fucking matter. Now, drop it.” I hiss. 

Travis stews in his crumbling ego sadness as I throw back the rest of my drink.  My head turning and I glare at the back of Theo’s head as he stands at another table talking and taking a picture with one of our old classmates. I glare right at the back of the stupid head and will it to  spontaneously explode.