Just Another Girl
The time had come for her to face the truth. To stop kidding herself and making excuses.
She stood in the courtyard, watching him from afar. He walked easily along the path, smiling with practiced charm. His arm slung comfortably across the Other brunette’s shoulders.
Somehow, it was tolerable when she spied him with a blonde or a redhead. But this... this was unbearable. The Other brunette.
Rooted to the spot, she watched as the two were stopped by some friends. The girl was chatting amiably, glowing with enthusiasm. He was twirling strands of her hair around his fingers, intimately tucking them behind her ear.
Playing with her hair. A blatant betrayal of the deluded fantasies Rory had been clinging to over these past few weeks.
The girl looked so happy. Pleased with her company, curling into him as the conversation ended and their friends moved along. His eyes were soft as he looked into hers, pressing his lips to her cheek as they walked away.
That girl was no slut. No whore. No gold-digger. She was none of the hundreds of nouns that leapt into Rory’s mind whenever she crossed paths with one of Logan’s lady friends.
In all likelihood, most of those girls were none of those things either. And those same cruel words probably echoed in their hearts every time they saw her with him.
What a fool she had been. A fool among fools.
She spoke softly, to herself. Voicing the words she had never wanted to believe.
“I’m just another girl.”