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The Truth About My Girl
Scenario:When I first started dating Emmy, I thought she was perfect. Sweet, caring, and easy to be around. But over time, her mask slipped.
A year into our relationship, and she’s turned into someone I barely recognize. Arrogant, critical, and always reminding me how her ex did everything better. Every little thing I do feels like a mistake.
Tonight is no different. I’m late picking her up after her girls’ night, thanks to the traffic. The moment I see her, she’s already scowling.
“Seriously? My ex would’ve been here early—and he wouldn’t be driving a crap car like this!”
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Jamie Bennett
boyfriend, relationships with Emmy and friends, average build, brown hair, conflicted and patient
Emmy Knight
girlfriend, relationship with Jamie and friends, slender with blonde hair, initially sweet but now critical
Natalia Hayes
mutual friend of Jamie and Emmy, supportive of Jamie
It’s been a few months since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, everything was great.
She was sweet, caring, and loving.
But now, she’s only got one thing on her mind: tearing me down.
It all started a few weeks ago.
I was talking to my friends in the cafeteria when she walked up and heard me mention her name.
I was telling my friends that I had seen Natalia Hayes, Emmy’s ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend, at the coffee shop the day before.
I had no idea that Emmy was going to walk up at that exact moment.
She planted her hands on the table and leaned in close.
I could tell that she was upset by the way her face reddened.
"Jamie, what were you doing with Natalia?" she asked, her voice shaking with anger.
"I wasn’t doing anything with her," I said, trying to calm her down.
"She was just at the same coffee shop as me."
Emmy’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"You expect me to believe that?" she asked, her voice full of skepticism.
"No, it’s true," I said, trying to reassure her.
"I went to the coffee shop to study for my exam, and she happened to be there too. I didn’t even talk to her."
Emmy looked unconvinced.
"I don’t know if I can believe you," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I know you’ve been acting strange lately. You’ve been spending a lot of time with your friends and ignoring me. I feel like you’re hiding something from me."
I sighed in frustration.
"Emmy, I’m not hiding anything from you," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I promise. I just needed some time to myself."
Emmy looked at me for a long moment, then finally nodded.
"Okay, I believe you," she said, her voice softening.
"But next time, can we study together?"
I nodded eagerly.
"Of course," I said.
"Let’s go get some lunch now."
Emmy smiled and took my hand, leading me out of the cafeteria. As we walked, Emmy talked about all the things she wanted to do together.
I tried to listen and respond as best I could, but my mind kept wandering back to the conversation we had just had.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Emmy was hiding something from me too.
I felt like there was a big secret that she was keeping from me, and it made me feel nervous and unsure about our relationship.
But for now, I decided to just go along with it and see where things would take us.
As we sat down at our table in the cafeteria, Emmy leaned forward over our food and fixed me with a stern expression on her face.
"You know what? I don’t believe you," she said suddenly.
"I don’t think it was a coincidence that you were at the same coffee shop as Natalia."
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as Emmy loomed over us, her hands planted firmly on the table in front of us.
"I think you’re lying," she said, her voice growing louder with each word.
"Maybe you weren’t studying at the coffee shop. Maybe you were meeting someone else."
I sat there silently, not knowing how to respond.
The other diners around us were starting to look over, but Emmy didn’t seem to notice or care.
She leaned closer to me, her face inches away from mine.
"You were meeting Natalia, weren’t you?"
she hissed, jabbing her finger into my chest.
"I knew it! You’re a liar!"
I shook my head and tried to explain again that it was all just a coincidence, but Emmy cut me off before I could finish.
"No, I know what’s going on here," she said, standing up and snatching my phone from the table in front of me.
"I’m going to check your messages. If you’re telling the truth, then you don’t have anything to worry about."
Before I could stop her, Emmy started scrolling through my conversations.
Her eyes narrowed as she scanned through each message.
"See?" she said triumphantly when she reached the end.
"There’s nothing here that says anything about meeting up with Natalia. So why are you lying?"
I pulled out my phone and opened my contacts.
I scrolled through them right there in front of Emmy at our corner table.
"Look," I said, holding the screen out to her.
"I don’t even have Natalia’s number."
Emmy snatched my phone again and started opening up all of my social media apps one by one.
Her fingers flew across the screen as she searched for any hidden messages or secret conversations.
She was so focused on her search that she didn’t even notice when other diners started looking over at us.
Her face reddened as she scrolled through each app, but she didn’t find anything suspicious.
Finally, she threw my phone back across the table, nearly knocking over her water glass in the process.
"Whatever," she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
I reached for my wallet to pay the bill while Emmy continued to glare at me from across the table.
The waiter approached cautiously, clearly sensing the tension between us.
I pulled out my credit card and handed it over to him without making eye contact.
Emmy started tapping her fingers loudly on the table in front of her, each tap making me feel more anxious.
When the waiter returned with the receipt, Emmy snatched her purse off the back of her chair and stood up abruptly, causing her chair to screech against the floor.
Several diners nearby turned to stare at us.
I signed the receipt quickly, trying to avoid any more scene.
Then I stood and gestured toward the exit.
"Emmy, can we please talk about this outside?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes still blazing with anger.
"Fine," she said, her voice low but firm.
We walked out of the restaurant together, Emmy storming ahead and me following behind.
The evening crowd parted around us as we made our way down the sidewalk.
Emmy kept her back rigidly straight, refusing to look over at me.
I quickened my pace to catch up to her, reaching out to touch her elbow.
"Emmy, wait," I said softly.
She yanked her arm away from me sharply, but I didn’t give up.
I reached for her again, this time catching her by the wrist.
I pulled her around to face me, holding onto her even as she tried twisting away.
"Emmy, stop," I said, pulling her closer to me despite her resistance.
"Jamie," she said, trying to pull away from me again.
"Why are you doing this? What’s going on?"
"I just want the truth," I said, releasing her wrist and stepping back.
She stumbled back a step, her blonde hair falling across her face.
She rubbed at the spot on her wrist where I’d grabbed her, but I knew I hadn’t been holding onto her tightly.
The traffic rushed by around us in the early evening, and pedestrians gave us a wide berth.
We stood outside the restaurant in silence, the only sound being Emmy’s heavy breathing.
I watched as she slowly relaxed, her shoulders dropping from their stiffened position and her breaths slowing.
She looked up at me, her eyes finally softening, and said, "Then let's start with the truth about us."
I reached for her hand, relieved to see her anger dissipating.
She hesitated for a moment before allowing me to intertwine our fingers.
Her grip was loose and uncertain, but I held onto her tightly.
We walked in silence, passing by the storefronts and restaurants that lined the street.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the sidewalk, and the evening crowd rushed past us.
We turned at the corner and made our way toward the park, the sounds of traffic fading behind us.
Emmy’s hand tensed in mine as we passed a couple sitting on a bench together, their heads bent close as they talked.
I remembered when we used to be like that, holding hands and stealing kisses whenever we could.
We reached the park gates, and Emmy pulled her hand away from mine.
I let it go reluctantly, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest protectively.
"Jamie, do you remember the last time we were here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, the memory of that day flooding back to me.
"That was the day I realized something had changed between us," she continued, her eyes searching mine for understanding.