The Ex III

One evening, when we’d slipped into bed, his Ex-Girlfriend called him. The conversation was brief, and when he hung up, he leaped out of bed. “There’s a midnight launch at the bookstore, the seventh Harry Potter book is coming out,” he gasped.

“Why is your ex-girlfriend calling you about that? Can’t we just buy the book in the morning?” I tried to hide how bitter I felt, as I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing I was jealous. He looked at me as he shoved his feet into his socks.

“She’s just a friend. We read all the other books together. I’m just going to run and grab this last one.” He pulled on his pants and ran out of the room.