School Reunion in 750 Words

I know; I said I'd scratched this itch, but I couldn't resist.

There's no sex, but let me know if it works and what you think. Please leave me a comment and hit those stars.

Cheers

So sit back, relax and remember it's not real.

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I'm sitting at the bar with a long, slender JD and Coke to calm the nerves. I hate these events, but it's the 10th anniversary, so here I am.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," a long-forgotten high-pitched voice says, causing me to wince.

I take a deep breath and look to my right. "Well, if it isn't the Three Muskehounds," I reply, referring to a children's cartoon that was out when I was young. Standing at the end of the bar are the last people I wanted to see. First is my ex-girlfriend, Nicole and her lackeys, Patricia and Donna.

My comment momentarily wipes the smug look on their faces. "Better than being a cheater," Nicole hits back.

"Think what you li......" I'm stopped by people rushing toward the doors. "What's happening?" I ask.

"Didn't you know? Melissa Russel is coming," Patrica says. "You remember her. She was every boy's in the school wet dream."

"Of course, he remembers her. She lived in the same street as us. She's also about the only famous person to come out of this dump. I hear she's up for a British Academy award or something," Nichole says. I'm forgotten as she grabs Donna's hand and barges a couple of people out of the way.

I go back to my JD and order a G&T in a tall glass. I'm happy to be left alone for a moment.

I finish my drink and order another. Feeling a little isolated, I glance across the room to see where everyone has gone. Everyone is grouped around one table. My drink arrives, and I slide off my stool and make my way over, already knowing what all the fuss is about.

"Excuse me, excuse me. Sorry, can I get through," I say as I carefully thread my way through the ten-deep crowd. Finally, I get to the front and haven't spilt a drop. "There you go, Mel," I say, putting the glass down in front of Melissa.

"There you are, Andrew." That's me, Andrew Monroy.

"If it ain't Andy Pandy. Are you coming to play?" Scott Young, the unlucky guy who married Nicole, says.

I pull a vacant chair out, forcing some people to move back and sit. I deliberately put my glass down and then look up at the smug asshole sitting opposite. "What, are we? Five?" I say dryly.

"What do you think you're doing?" Nicole says, cutting in. My eyes adjust to her with a questioning look. "Uhhhh," she says, lifting her arms and indicating the table. Again, I look at her like she's stupid.

"I'm sorry, shall we move," Melissa says, going to stand.

"Not you, Melissa. This cheating bastard," Nicole says, indicating me. I hear a couple of gasps from the people standing around.

Melissa's face changes. I've only ever seen the expression on screen, but I know what's coming. "My husband is not a cheat! If anyone should move for cheating, it should be you, Nicole."

"Now hang on," Scott says, defending his wife.

"Oh, come on, Scott. We all know you and the rest of the town were screwing Nicole while Andrew was away at University." There's another louder gasp. "I'm not sure why he put up with you. He was too nice to tell the girl he grew up with that he didn't want to be with her anymore. The weekend of the so-called cheating, he had come home to finish your relationship."

"And how do you know this?" Nicole says.

"Because we were flatmates at the time and wanted to be more."

"So he was screwing you?"

"No, and that's why I believe his version. We had got close, but he wouldn't do anything until he split with you. Andrew hasn't got a cheating bone in his body."

"But I caught him kissing Donna." Nicole folds her arms defensively.

"No, you caught Donna kissing a sleeping me. I fell asleep on the couch, waiting for you to get home. The next thing I knew, someone was kissing me. The moment I realised it wasn't you, I pushed the slut off." All eyes fall on Donna, who has her face buried in her hands.

"Donna?" Nicole says.

"It was meant to be funny," Donna says. "Anyway, you were shagging around."

"Still is," Patricia says a little too loud.

"What?" Scott says, standing and pushing through the throng.

"Scott. It's not what you think," Nicole screams, trying to follow, but then realises something. "Hang on a minute, Husband?"

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