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- Authors: Elle Evans
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September
It was my third breakup of the month. Seventh of the year. I should be a pro
at this by now. I was a pro. And yet . . . the words still weren’t right.
“Aren’t you done?” Aditya twitched nervously. “You’ve had my phone
for ten minutes!”
“Shh! I’m trying to concentrate.” I drummed my nails on the neon-green
table and stared at the screen, willing the right words to appear. Aditya had
asked for help crafting an it’s-over-for-good message to a clingy fling.
They’d been on and off for months, but she ghosted him whenever he was
ready to commit. It was time for Aditya to put his metaphorical foot down.
Which happened to be my specialty.
Leighton reached over and snatched the phone out of my hand. “Hey,
good to hear from you! I’m down to catch up, but I want to be honest—I’m
looking for a relationship. What’s wrong with that, Liv?”
I bit my lip and replayed the words in my head. Hearing them out loud
was crucial. That was my father’s first golden rule of negotiation: it didn’t
matter what you meant, it mattered what they heard. I shook my head and
reclaimed the phone. “The last part’s wrong. Gives her an opening.”
Leighton tilted her head, her honey-blond curls falling across her
shoulder. “An opening?” she asked. In the twenty years I’d known her,
she’d never once had a bad hair day. Witchcraft.
“She could say she’s looking for a casual relationship. Which—”
“A casual relationship?” Aditya interjected, sounding hopeful. “But that
could be—”
“—exactly what he’d fall for!” I finished. Leighton laughed. “Aditya,
this girl’s your own personal boomerang.”
He frowned. “Boomerang?”
“Every time you throw her away, she ricochets right back.”
Leighton grinned. “Okay, love that. Don’t be mad if I steal that line for
an Instagram caption.”
I hadn’t intended to become the Relationship Grim Reaper. I’d sort of . .
. stumbled into it. I had a knack for conversation. Not just fluffy cocktail
chatter—tough conversations, the ones that scared everyone else. Asking
for a raise. Persuading an enemy. Breaking up with an SO.
On our second day of classes at Vanderbilt Law, I’d coached Aditya
through a polite thanks-but-no-thanks response to a post-first-date text. A
classmate overheard and asked for help with a tenacious ex-girlfriend. And
then word spread. In my first year of law school, I’d broken up with nine
people, asked out six, negotiated three raises, and convinced a dog-walker
to switch from an hourly rate to a per diem.
“Hey, good to hear from you! I want to be up-front—I’m looking for
something serious, and I’m just not feeling that with you. Wish you all the
best. There.” I slid Aditya’s phone back across the table, savoring the
satisfaction of a deftly worded text. “My work here is done.” I might not
have my own love life under control, but at least I could help Aditya with
his.
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