Cramming Her Cupcake - Buying Her

Chapter 6

Tammy

The guy that Sheila told me about, Brian, spends a long time talking to me. I like the attention. It’s been too long since I have had someone flirt with me. He’s hot, but seems kind of arrogant in the way that he talks, and other little things that I notice about him. I mean, I was curious about the auction and it is exciting to be here, but I’m not about to sell my virginity to the first guy that I talk to, no matter how handsome or rich he is. That’s just not the type of person that I am and I am not about to change that for anyone.

I pretend to ignore Brian for a while, but it’s difficult to do because the things he’s saying are interesting to me. He’s explaining how the auctions work and that I could make money like sheila. Still, my opinion hasn’t changed. It’s my body and it’s not up for bid. After a few minutes of trying to convince me, he gives up on that. “You know, you don’t have to take part in the auction. You could make money hosting one like Sheila, or maybe you could cater?” He suggests. I have to admit that I like both his ideas. Maybe I could combine them both since I have my own bakery.

“Also you don’t have to auction your virginity, you could offer a date?” He asks slyly. I am not paying attention to him though. He senses that and abruptly stops talking. I am too busy thinking about all the publicity and money I could for my business by doing both hosting and catering. I am starting to think that maybe I should take him up on this offer. If I did I could finally afford to move into that bigger store that I have had my eye on. I’m about to turn and ask him more about this offer, but suddenly I spot Candy, my rival from high school. She is here, with her best friend Amelia. I can’t believe that they are both here, but then again this involves money, so it makes sense. I see that Amelia is about to go on stage and auction herself off for just a date. I roll my eyes and grind my teeth in irritation.

I am so annoyed by this that I can’t even concentrate on my business plans anymore. “I’ll talk to you later.” I say to brian as I walk off to go find sheila. I don’t even bother to turn and see if I offended him. Sheila is standing with Andrew, so I join them. I want to vent my frustration, but Sheila doesn’t even notice that I am there. She is too busy smiling at andrew. He asks her a question, and she starts blushing and looking around. When she finally does notice me, she says “I am so nervous about tonight.” As she looks around anxiously. I can tell that she doesn’t have time to focus on my problems. “It seems like it’s going well.” I encourage her instead. She smiles happy at me and then turns her attention back to Andrew.

I sigh then go to use the bathroom. I don’t really have to go. I just needed a few minutes to myself, plus I didn’t want to see candy and Amelia anymore. It’s empty and quiet in here, so I stand there and look at the mirror. I try so hard not to, but all I can think about is how Candy stole my boyfriend, Jim, in high school. It was at the worst possible time too. We were supposed to go to Prom together, but he dumped me and went with Candy. I was so humiliated and depressed. It was absolute torture to watch them continue to date throughout the rest of high school and afterwards. People pitied me and talked about me like some kind of tragedy. It was humiliating. I actually dreaded going to school for a long time because of that incident.

I’m not sure if they are still together or what, but it doesn’t matter. I’m still bitter about the whole incident. It’s not the kind of thing that you can forgive or forget. I hate Candy for doing that to me and I can’t stand her because of that, and also for other reasons, that all happened after high school. One being the fact that Candy had to go into the exact same business that I am in. I wish I could let it go, but I can’t. It sucks to have your rival beat you at everything, especially the one job that you love doing so much. I have it rubbed in my face everyday. It’s like high school all over again. I take a few deep breaths to try and calm myself. I wish I could talk to Sheila about this, but I can’t. I know she would understand, but she is too busy and preoccupied tonight.