Hot First Love

It was brutal how I dumped Josh. I practically destroyed him. Years later, successful and with a gorgeous girlfriend on his arm, he showed up at our high school reunion. I arrived fashionably late, and his girlfriend raised her glass to me. “Thanks for dumping Josh back then because he was broke,” she smirked. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be the CEO’s girlfriend now.” I chuckled lightly, “No worries, I have a toast of my own. Sorry, I'm late; I had a blind date.” Josh’s hand spasmed, and his wine glass shattered on the floor.

1

As I opened the door to the private room, everyone stopped talking and stared. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes met Josh’s. Seven years had changed him. The skinny, lanky teenager was now tall and built, his features sharp and defined. Gone was the tenderness in his gaze, replaced by resentment and something…hurt. He had his arm around a beautiful woman, and after a brief, cold glance at me, he looked away.

His girlfriend sized me up with the distinct look of a woman checking out her partner’s ex. I figured they'd already dissected my history with Josh before I arrived. The air was thick with awkwardness.

Someone broke the silence, “Amy, the reunion’s been going for a while. What took you so long?”

I nodded apologetically. Glancing around, I saw every seat was taken except for the one next to Josh. Everyone watched, anticipating some kind of drama, probably wondering if I’d sit next to him. I strolled over, unfazed, and grabbed the empty chair. The knowing smirks intensified. They were probably picturing a dramatic showdown between the old flame and the new girlfriend, fighting over the guy.

Josh shot me a quick look, his jaw tense, then quickly looked down. His girlfriend, sensing his tension, gave me the cold shoulder and possessively tightened her grip on his hand. I didn’t get it. What were they so nervous about? I simply picked up the chair, turned, and placed it across from Josh. “Excuse me,” I said to the person next to the now-empty spot, “could you scoot over?” After I sat down, I raised my glass, "Sorry everyone, my date ran a little late."

That’s when the glass shattered.

2

Josh froze for a second, then, as if nothing had happened, calmly asked the waiter for a new glass. People started teasing me about my date: "So, how was he?" "Marriage material?" "What does he look like?” Someone blurted out, "Is he as handsome as Josh?" The room went silent as they realized their gaffe. Everyone looked at me, then nervously at Josh and his girlfriend. Josh snuck a glance at me. When our eyes met, he quickly looked away, his face a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite place.

I broke the silence. “He’s pretty cute. He’s a doctor.” I continued, “As for marriage, we’ll see.”

Josh’s knuckles turned white around his glass. His voice was cold and sarcastic, “How much does he make a month? I thought you were a gold digger. A doctor, really?” His tone was laced with bitterness, like he was still holding onto the pa...