Tori

She rang the bell, and waited.

“Okay...hope this is the place.”

She kicked a pebble down the steps and paced back and forth. She hated John. She wanted to him. She had a choice...She could have said no. That wasn't the issue. But the choice—Well, it was just good enough for her to say yes. That's why she hated John.

Asshole.

She stopped abruptly, and looked down over the railing. Below, a sweaty old man in tiny blue shorts jogged toward the parking lot.

“Ew, faster, faster, go away,” she said.

She laughed as he turned the corner and disappeared beyond the hedges.

From the pool below, Tori heard laughter. Two teenagers splashed about. They looked her age. She wondered if they went to her school.

Birds chirped in the trees and the wind gently played with the strands of her chestnut hair. It was all too nice.

“Screw it,” She grabbed the handrail and walked down the stairway.