I'm Not into Fat Chicks: Sydney's Story

Sydney had one of the greatest nights with friends, and a possible love interest. How did it all go to hell so quickly? More importantly, does Sydney find out who was really to blame for the collapse of everything she thought she knew?

From Sydney's Story:

“What, you're going to tell me that you're shy all of a sudden?” She knew, without a doubt, that he wholeheartedly expected her to get out of bed naked and walk across the room to grab her clothes. For the life of her, she couldn't understand the reason for needing the morning show. Especially since he was about to leave as well. Sydney was stuck, and there was only one way out.
Her eyes closed at the thought of what he would see before she opened them again and stepped away from the barrier that covered her body. Just five steps, and she could grab her things and throw them on quickly.
She made it to her pile of clothes and grabbed her shirt. It was the first thing she put on, without her bra, and she felt covered enough to finally look at him again. To her horror, he was holding his phone in her direction... recording her sprint to get dressed.
“What.. what are you doing?” Eric simply smiled and turned the camera off after she pulled her jeans on.
“Come on, I can't have something to look at later when I think about you?” Sydney wasn't sure if she should be flattered or freaked out, but all she felt right then was humiliated and rushed.
“I.. need to go.” She rolled her panties and bra into her hand before pulling on her boots. She walked across the room, moving closer to Eric, and caught her reflection in the mirror behind him.