The invitation is not for me/Приглашение не для меня - стр. 14

As it turned out, that's not what I should have feared, but an ambush in front of the house. As soon as I took a few steps away from the entrance, Alex jumped out of a car I didn't recognize. It was stupid to rush back into the driveway, so I used tunnel vision and went on without looking at him.

"We need to talk!

Alex grabbed my arm, turning me roughly towards him. I hissed, feeling the pain in my leg from the awkward movement.

“'Do we have anything else to talk about?' I asked, pulling my hand out of his grasp.

How long have you been with him?!”

“With whom?” – I didn't understand.

“Rebrov! “

I was a little confused, hearing that name for the first time, then I realized who he was talking about.

“With Andrew?”

“That's amazing! Turns out you don't know who you're sleeping with. Or is sex not a reason to get to know someone? “

I almost said yes. I could hear the mockery in his voice. I also wanted to hurt his feelings.

“How long have you had this? “

"I lied. Yeah, a long time," I said. "What about you?"

"I can't believe I lived with you!" he said.

Alex gave me a scornful look and took a step back, as if he was disgusted to be standing next to me.

"You shouldn't have lived." You should have left as soon as you found Diana! – I shouted angrily and continued on my way.

– I'm lucky I didn't marry you, or I'd have to take a DNA test for all my kids.

I felt like I'd hit a wall. I mean, I hit a wall. In my mind, I knew he'd said all that to hurt, but I couldn't help but react. Turning around, I was ready to claw his eyes out. Alex took a quick step to the car and drove off, tires screeching.

I stood on the street, breathing heavily, and feeling like I'd been doused in slop. I clenched my fists, but I went to the store instead of running home to cry. I just decided to buy a bottle of wine in addition to the candy bar.

A walk around the store did me good: I forgot about my problems with Alex, and I couldn't resist the financial ones. I had some savings (goodbye, Turkey!), but I couldn't live on them for long. It was urgent to find a new job. However, I didn't know which school would hire me with such a reputation. I can imagine what they will write in the characterization from the last place of work!

Having taken the most necessary things (I especially needed tangerines and wine), I went to the cash register and immediately, by the law of meanness, got in a huge line. I've noticed many times that while walking along the aisles, the cash registers are free, but as soon as you head towards them, the crowd comes.