What a hollow thud Summer left behind, something that resembled how empty that blonde’s life was beneath the chatterbox exterior. She hoped that Summer would find that special someone.

LeeAnne sighed and went over to the front door to secure the lock. Then she began sweeping the floor with the industrial broom. Time to rid all the dust bunnies in her environment (and in her mind) and embrace celibacy, for real. Whatever Summer had in mind for making LeeAnne “regret it,” LeeAnne certainly didn’t want that kind of baggage entering her next relationship. So she’d wait for whatever natural (or unnatural) disaster summoned by Hurricane Summer to blow over, then pick up the pieces and toss out the unnecessary crap that shouldn’t have free rent in her heart and brain.

Besides, since no one in her social life was going to badger her to get involved anymore, LeeAnne could seriously focus upon self-improvement.

Right.

She’d be lucky if she wasn’t forced to split this town, too, like she had when the ex before Summer rallied their mutual friends (turned partial) to make it difficult for LeeAnne to stay there as well.

Which led her right back to the reason why she had moved away from that town, into this town and into this studio.

LeeAnne heaved another sigh and parked the broom in its corner before dimming the studio lights. No sense in having those on anymore when she planned to have a nice hot drink to burn up the bitter taste in her mouth and a long hot scrubbing to wash all the remaining negativity away.

LeeAnne crossed over the wooden floor to the curtained doorway that hid the kitchen from view. A warm cup of green tea would do her good—a great way to toast her impending celibacy before she showered and called it a night.

Come midnight, she’d start her official unattached status as an asexual woman. Bye bye, Drama. Good riddance.

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Score.

Qianna grinned and eased the car to the parking spot closest to her front door. The management should really start assigning parking spaces, ones that made sense for the residents there. Meanwhile, she could only appreciate these rare occasions when she got “her spot.”

She retrieved her book bag and whipped it over her shoulder. Then she lugged the groceries out of the car. She’d rather check the mail tomorrow. Most likely, the mailbox was full of garbage to be recycled anyway—ads to buy, buy, buy.

She rolled her eyes. She wasn’t some ditzy college student who couldn’t do the math with her one and only charge card. Nothing came for free. She only bought on credit to build a good history. She never fell into the trap of paying in part and letting the interest build every month thereafter. If she did that, those charges would eventually slay her in the ass one day.

No, she was the kind of student the card companies hated because she always paid each statement--in full.

Her eyes peered over the bag of groceries and stayed low to the ground, watching out for tripping hazards. Didn’t want a full load of produce to tumble over and out. Once she got to her doorstep, she fumbled for her apartment key and by some miracle finally stabbed it into the hole.

Then her eyes lifted and bugged out at the piece of paper taped over the eyepiece. Her hands weakened at the sight, and her groceries nearly fell anyway.

EVICTION.

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