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Name: Amanda Myles
Age: 21
Height: 5'7
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Name: Amanda Myles
Age: 21
Height: 5'7
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Word travels fast.
At least, that’s what I thought immediately after waking up on an ordinary Tuesday morning. I lazily glanced towards the alarm clock before getting up, quickly noticing the lights illuminating from my iPhone. 24 new messages. And all of these were devoted to my current relationship status; single. Breakups are hard, especially when you’re a gal like me who has been with exactly one man up to the age of 21. The breakup in of itself was horrible to begin with - finding your boyfriend making out with some random girl in your school’s campus is both embarrassing, frustrating and downright heartbreaking. Here I was in the direct aftermath, the day after the breakup.
As for the messages? None of them interested me in the slightest. They were all from random acquaintances, wishing me the best and if I wanted to talk. However, these were offers that I wouldn’t take up. I knew what they were after, and I guess in some way I didn’t blame them. I was often considered one of the most attractive women around. My body was something to brag about, I guess; seeing as I had the most perfect figure resulting from careful dieting and exercise, huge heavy breasts, matched with the perfectly slim waist and long, strong legs. I didn’t normally wear tight pieces of clothing but hey, I guess today was an exception. Sure, I initially felt miserable but somehow, I wanted to get back at my ex. Somehow.
So I found myself after my morning routine, dressed up in a dark blouse, showing just the right bit of cleavage, along with a perfect pair of jeans and high heels. The shoes were a nice touch - it made me seem taller, standing at about 5’9 with them on. I noticed the glances towards me, as I left my apartment. I guess, it felt sort of nice - even if my choice of bra made my heavy bust bounce and sway with every single movement I made.
Then, I received a message from...Ben.
Ben was my Alex's - my now ex-boyfriend's - best friend. I wasn't sure why he was calling me, but I quickly found myself answering the phone.
"Hello?" I asked, as I exit my apartment building.