Page 25 of A Solid Guide to Surviving a Situationship
Three ex-boyfriends.
In one club.
On the same night.
On my birthday.
NOPE!
NOPE!
NOPE!
I turned around immediately and ran back toward the VIP section. Because clearly the universe had decided to turn my life into a romantic comedy nightmare.
I pushed through the crowd, heart racing, vision spinning, barely making it back to the table.
My friends were still there.
Calm. Relaxed. Drinking. As though the universe hadn’t just personally attacked me.
I knelt down, grabbing the edge of the table, slightly out of breath.
“My exes are here,” I said.
Silence.
They all looked at me like I was some deranged person.
Then, they looked at each other.
I blinked.
“Guys,” I said slowly, like I was explaining something to toddlers. “My. Exes. Are. Here.”
Another pause.
Another round of glances.
“Which ex?” Andre asked.
“All of them!” I snapped, gesturing wildly. “Plural. As in more than one. As in—”
I turned away from my friends and froze.
“Oh my God.”
They followed my gaze.
Walking past the edge of the VIP section, scanning the crowd, was Francis.
My heart started pounding again.
“This can’t be hap—”
“James—” Honey started.
But my eyes already moved toward the stairs… where I saw Kyle and Rick—both of them weaving through the crowd, making their way up.
