We stared at the screen for a good five minutes, before she said, "Look, it's not a big deal. You don't have to have been into me as long as I've been into you."
She squeezed her eyes shut and her hands turned into fists, evidently wishing she had picked different words.
"Open your eyes, Stace," I implored her, and she did, one at a time. "You're wrong, about me not liking you all this time," I said, taking a deep breath before I started typing.
I brought up the dreaded website, proof that she deserved better than me. Proof that I was indeed obsessed with her and always had been. It was affectionately dubbed Scott Brady Sucks.
"What is this?" she asked, with a blank look on her face.
"After our first year at NYU, Kenny thought it would be a brilliant prank to gather all my exes in one place to bitch about me. It's been going on ever since. Want to see what they have had to say over the years?" I asked, moving away from the mouse so that she could have full control.
