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Better Than Revenge 5Kim bent down and stroked Paddy's fur. At least the dogs still liked her. She hadn't seen Todd all day. Part of her was relieved; another part wanted to talk to him. She needed to make it right.
Someone hugged her from behind. Kim screamed.
"Chill. It's Todd."
"Oh." Kim's heart sank. She turned around.
Todd looked awful. For him, anyway. His shoulders were slumped and he looked like he hadn't slept. His face was drawn and sad, not at all like the usual Todd.
"You you okay?" she asked, partly because it was something to say, but mostly because she was worried.
He sighed. "You were right. I asked Andrea about what you said. She came clean. We broke up last night. You were right, Kimmy."
Normally she loved being right. But not when it came at Todd's expense. She threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Toddy, I'm so sorry. It's her loss. She's a loser, John's a loser, and they're perfect for each other."
Todd hugged her back. "I'm sorry. About what I said to you. I was such a dick
Better Than Revenge 4Kim dialed the number with shaky hands. "Oh, God, oh, God." She couldn't do this. She was going to pass out. He was going to be so devastated.
But she had to. Or else he'd find out by himself. Or worse, he'd never find out and get married to a whore who had no respect for him.
"Hey, it's Todd," he said on his voicemail. "You know what to do, so do it."
Kim took a deep breath. At the beep she began talking rapidly. "Hey, uh, Todd, it's me. Uh, Kim. Just " What could she say? She couldn't just drop the bomb over voicemail! "Just call me when you get this, 'kay? It's urgent." She hung up, sat down on her bed, put her head in her hands and wept. Stupid John. Stupid Andrea. They were a match made in heaven both sleazy. Poor, sweet Todd.
The phone rang. Kim picked it up. "Hello?"
"Domino's?" a guy's voice chirped.
Kim laughed despite herself. "Very funny, Todd."
"So, hey, what's so urgent?"
Kim took a deep breath and decided to rip off the Band-Aid. "Andrea's cheating on you. Wit
Better Than Revenge 3"What the hell?" John asked from the doorway. "You're looking through my messages?"
Kim turned around, dark hair flying. "You have a lot of nerve." She shoved the phone in his face. "Teasing me about Todd when you're doing his girlfriend! Really, did you think I wouldn't find out about this?"
"It's not what it looks like "
"Let me guess, it wasn't you." Kim rolled her eyes. "Get the hell out of my house, and take your phone with you. We are done. And don't even think about crawling back like a worm."
Defeated, John retreated from the apartment.
Kim's eyes burned with tears. How could she be so stupid? Everyone told her he was trouble. Especially Todd.
Todd. Did he have any idea what a whore his girlfriend was? He'd be so crushed; he was crazy about her. And, Kim realized, she'd have to be the one to tell him.
Better Than Revenge 2"Hey, babe," John, her poetic, musical boyfriend said as Kim opened the door. His curls were tousled and he looked so gorgeous. He leaned in for a kiss and she was happy to oblige.
"So how was your gig?" she asked. He and his band, Stone Cold, had played at some hipster teen's party.
"Eh." He gestured with his hand to indicate 'so-so' as he opened the fridge. "Got anything to eat?"
"In the cabinet," she said, a little annoyed that he kept rifling through the fridge instead of talking to her. But that was John. Passionate John, who obsessed so much over his music sometimes that he forgot the outside world existed. She had to remind him sometimes. "I went to the animal shelter today."
John looked up. "Oh, yeah? With your boyfriend, What's-His-Face, Tim?"
"Todd." Kim rolled her eyes. "And he's not my boyfriend." John said that all the time.
John grinned. "I'm just razzing you."
Kim rolled her eyes again. She wasn't laughing.
John set down his phone and left. Right after, her phone rang. S
Better Than Revenge 1He was so good with dogs. She loved that about him.
What was Kim saying? She had a boyfriend. A handsome, talented, passionate boyfriend whom she loved. He was her dream guy.
But still. Sometimes she wished she could get John to an animal shelter.
"Hey," Kim said, standing over her friend Todd with her hands on her hips. "Dogs give you any trouble?"
Todd looked up and smiled with his eyes. "Nope!"
"Paddy mark you as his territory?" she asked with a smirk, brushing her sweaty dark brown bangs away from her face.
Todd laughed and shook his head. A year ago, when they met, he had been walking Paddy, a yellow lab who was his favorite, while she walked a Shih Tzu named Baby Donut. (Who the hell named a dog Baby Donut?) When Kim bent down to pick up her dropped sunglasses, Paddy had relieved himself on her. Todd had thought it was hysterical, telling her Paddy liked her so much he was marking her as his territory. She hadn't been laughing. But now, it was their favorite joke.
Todd's phone ra
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