"Okie dokie," Monica said, slipping the car into reverse, "we go back to the theater and take the long way around."
She inched closer to the shoulder, wanting as much space as possible to turn around in. Gotta be careful, she thought, don't want to get stuck or get too far onto the shoulder. She shuddered. What a horrible way to go, straight down that sheer drop off. She cautiously jockeyed the car back towards the direction they'd come from.
Ten minutes later, she was speeding towards the Movie Theater, unaware of the car following her.
"So, Monica," Krystal said, "I'm, uh, thinking about . . . I mean . . . oh damn! I'm thinking about calling it quits with Jason." She kept her eyes on her small compact, not wanting to meet Monica's eyes, certain of the happy, gloating gleam she would see.
"Breaking up? Really? I mean," Monica stuttered, trying - without success, to keep her elation from showing through. "But why, Krystal? Jason treats you like a queen . . . he's so good looking." Monica blushed.
"Because," Krystal replied, "he bores me. Plain and simple." She glanced at Monica, giving her a hard stare. "Yes, he is good looking, but . . . that isn't enough. All he ever wants to do is talk sports, make out, watch sports, or make out. Well, I want more. I want to go out and have fun."
"I can understand that Krystal," Monica said, "truly, I can. It's just, I thought, well, I thought you loved him, is all."
"Loved him? Yeah, right," Krystal replied, rolling her eyes. "I can't love anyone who doesn't have the decency to wine and dine me, flatter me, spoil me. You should know that, Monica."
Krystal grinned, her smile one of those 'cat that ate the canary' smiles. Monica shuddered. She can be so cruel, she thought.

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