When she finally does notice me, she says, “I am so nervous about tonight.”
As she looks around anxiously, I can tell that she doesn’t have time to focus on my problems, which is completely understandable.
“It seems like it’s going well,” I encourage her, instead of launching into a list of my own gripes, at the top of which would stand Candy.
She smiles happily at me and then turns her attention back to Andrew.
I sigh and then go to use the bathroom. I don’t really have to go. I just needed a few minutes to myself, plus I didn’t want to see Candy and Amelia anymore.
It’s empty and quiet in here, so I stand there and look at the mirror. I try so hard not to, but all I can think about is how Candy stole my boyfriend, Jim, in high school. It was at the worst possible time, too. We were supposed to go to Prom together, but he dumped me and went with Candy instead.
I was so humiliated and depressed. It was absolute torture to watch them continue to date throughout the rest of high school and afterwards. People pitied me and talked about me like some kind of tragedy. It was humiliating. I actually dreaded going to school for a long time because of that incident.
I’m not sure if they are still together or what, but it doesn’t matter. I’m still bitter about the whole incident. It’s not the kind of thing that you can forgive or forget.
I hate Candy for doing that to me and I can’t stand her because of that, and also for other reasons, all of which happened even after high school. One being the fact that Candy had to go into the exact same business that I’m in and become my competition. Plus, she’s arguably more successful than I am, because everyone loves her damn chocolate chip cookies.
I wish I could let it go, but I can’t. It sucks to have your rival beat you at everything, especially the one job that you love doing so much. I have it rubbed in my face every day. It’s like high school all over again.
I take a few deep breaths to try and calm myself. I wish I could talk to Sheila about this, but I can’t. I know she would understand, but she is too busy and preoccupied tonight.
With a sigh, I go back out to join the crowded auction. As I walk out, I blink a few times. A lot has happened in the few minutes when I was in the bathroom. Not only is it more crowded, but a couple is having sex on stage.
This has everyone’s attention, including mine. I try to look for Sheila, but it’s too crowded for me to see. Eventually I find her and wave to her. She smiles, but is busy talking to the woman in charge, Julia.
It looks like Sheila is going up on stage next. That’s interesting. I’m proud of her for being so brave, and I’m sure she will have fun tonight with Andrew. I already know that is who will be bidding on her. I sigh, then look back at the couple on stage.
I have to admit that this is interesting. I’m tired of being angry. I just want to enjoy myself.
I wonder what happened to Brian?
I shrug, then think about the way he was talking to me and flirting with me. I wonder what it would be like to have someone as handsome as him doing these things to me.
I shake my head. I want to know what it would be like to actually be with him. He’s such a gorgeous billionaire, and I wonder how good he is in the bedroom.
I start to blush at my thoughts and attribute them to what is happening on stage. I try to focus on how to get more money for my business, but I find myself searching for Brian instead.
After Tammy walks off, I talk to a few more people and watch the auctions that are happening. I’m not interested in anyone though, only her. I’m a little surprised by the way she left, but she obviously seemed upset about something.
Eventually I go back to Andrew and Sheila. He’s excited and she is nervous. He was able to convince her to take part in the auction. It was pretty tense, and the bids were close because there was another guy competing for Sheila.
Andrew is happy because he won her, but only because I loaned him the rest of the money, because he hadn’t thought to bring enough cash. Sheila’s bidding went up higher than we expected in a small town, so I had to pitch in, which is what any good friend would do, but at least I get credit for that.
Especially because now I have no cash on me to bid for Tammy even if she were to go up on stage. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a possibility, though, and now that I can’t win her, I decide to stop trying to convince her to do it… for tonight, at least.