SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 13 - THIRTEEN

- HAZEL -

I laughed on the call. I’m sitting outside of my new favourite café while studying and talking to Theresa and Patty. I love sitting in the outdoor seating area whenever I grab a snack because of the cool breeze and peace of mind it brings.

"I’m telling you girl, it was tragic. Her face was covered in dog shit and no one still knows how." Theresa said, filing her nails. She was just telling me a story about Ivy’s humiliation. That girl just couldn’t stick her tongue around one dick and messed with the wrong girl’s man.

"She literally cried. I think I have a picture of poop getting stuck in her mouth." Patty added and proceeded to go through her phone. We’re having a video call and they’re connected to my laptop.

Ew, gross. Although I would love to see the picture of Ivy covered in shit, I don’t think I want to while I’m eating. "Well, she deserves it." I said sipping out of my hot chocolate.

"I know right? Can you believe she tried to play the pity card when you left? She wasn’t even sorry. I mean, if she was, I would’ve said Tristan was a dick and she got played." Patty rolled her eyes.

He is a dick. The biggest one I’ve met.

"She’s just so shitty. I am so glad I never introduced her to my boyfriend." Theresa added. She spread her fingers in front of her face and took a careful look at it. She shrugged. "Do they look okay?" She flashed her nails at me. "Do you think they look okay?" She turned to Patty who held her fingers lower to see them.

Patty nodded. "I think so. You’re getting better at this."

Theresa scoffed. "I have always been better." I laughed. If anything, I missed her sassy confidence.

I took a bite out of my scone which has blueberry jam and cream on it and dropped it back on the saucer. I dusted the crumbs off my hand and held my pen with the same hand, it’s not very hygienic but oh well, I got to feed and study. I’m taking notes of the classes I missed, Killian’s classes. You might not know, but my roommates weren’t all that helpful.

They’re fun, just not helpful with such matters. And I came up with the conclusion that telling them was pointless and I will avoid his classes till there are assessments. It’s not aiding my workload or peace of mind, but I have to do it.

"I still wonder how she crawled her way to being a friend of ours. How did we not know she was this messed up?" Theresa asks, diverting my attention from Killian and school. I’m sure that’s a rhetorical question.

Patty popped a gum in her mouth, chewed then blew a bubble. "I guess she was just hiding under a facade to blend in."

"Or maybe she’s just lonely." I blurted out. I shut my lips immediately without thinking. Theresa and Patty gave me judgemental stares. I don’t even know why I said that, I’m meant to hate her not justify her acting like a hungry weirdo. She’s literally my age! She’s young. Too young to act this way.

"If you’re lonely, watch a movie or eat something. Don’t go ruining people’s relationships for your selfish gain. There’s nothing to gain." Patty added and blew another bubble. It popped all over her lips. She pulled it off with her hand and stuck it back in her mouth.

"Eek. Remind me never to give you a bubble gum anywhere." I said. She laughed.

"I’ll do you the favour of sticking it in your hair." Patty added.

"Oh my God, nooo. I would literally kill you. I love my hair." I tilted my head to the side to let my hair fall over on one shoulder and ran my fingers through my hair like a brush. I can not let anything happen to this beauty. It took me years of hair oils and the right shampoo and conditioner, and constant care and hair products filling daily to get it this soft and full. My hair used to shed out everytime I brushed it before. Now it doesn’t.

"That’s the point." Patty said.

I laughed. "If that happens, I swear Patty, your parents will see me on the news. The headline would be ’Murderer; about to undergo court trials. ’I stabbed her because she destroyed my hair.’." Of course that will never happen, but just to be clear, no one should mess with my hair. All this effort shall not go to waste.

You didn’t think about that when you let him pull your hair though. Or did you, Hazel?

I frowned. Fuck my mind! It keeps fighting me.

"That would literally be so funny and risque." Theresa said to me. She turned to look at Patty. "I’ll be sure to give a speech in your burial ceremony." Now, Theresa is doing her fake lashes.

"If you weren’t fixing your lashes, I’d have pushed you." Patty said. "And I don’t think I’ll let you all write speeches for my burial. I don’t trust you lot to be sane." Patty said. I laughed. No one ever said we were sane, we chose that path the moment we chose to be friends.

I want to change the topic though. All this shady talk is making me hungrier for a weird reason. I rubbed my hand on my stomach. "Why are you even doing your makeup on a call? Where are you going, Resa?" I smirked, giving her this look. I took a bite from my scone.

Patty humoured my question with a yell. "That’s so true, where? You don’t fix your nails and face to see me."

Theresa applied her mascara then dropped it and proceeded to rub some lip gloss. "I’m not saying anything. Mind your business."

I gasped dramatically and put my hand on my chest. "Is she keeping a secret? Ouu, this must be serious."

"I know right, tell us Theresa, who’s getting you all worked up and girly?"

"Yeah! Tell us."

"Hazel, you’re meant to be on my side!" Theresa blushed.

I winked. "Not today, honey. Now spill the gossip. Don’t leave us hanging."

Theresa’s mouth dropped. That made me grin. I’m usually on her side but hey! Anything to get my mind off my life right now would do me some good.

"I will get you back for this." She giggled, pointing her lipgloss at me.

"Sure, but fill us in right now."

"Did you notice how pun intended that sounded?" Patty added, holding herself from laughing.

When she puts it that way.... I put my hand over my mouth to hold myself from laughing. "Theresa, this doesn’t mean we forgot you. Spill."

She raised both of her hands up in defeat. "I’m going for a date. That’s all."

I glanced at her.

"That’s literally it. I have a boyfriend. What else did you expect? That I’d fuck another person’s man?" That made me choke. I know she was refering to Ivy but not the right time for such jokes because I actually did fuck someone’s man.

"Ivy seems to be good at it. She sure has a diploma in that part." Patty added and we laughed.

"Aww, you guys, stop. She used to be our friend. I feel bad for her." I chipped in.

Patty raised her brow. "Really?"

"Nah. Screw her!" I said. She can fall in a pit for all I care. I swallowed. If I feel this way about Ivy, imagine how Kate will feel when she finds out about what I did? My stomach tightened. I think I lost my appetite. Patty and Theresa are talking at the other end while goofing around. I wish I could tell them but a secret told is more likely to get out. This should be my little secret. Plus, I’m working on how to handle it. It’s not like I get to see Killian every day.

I wish I could.

I shook the thought off. "Okay ladies, bye. Assignments are after my life."

"Bye girl. See you later."

"See ya!" Theresa and Patty said at the same time. The call disconnected. I still want to ask Theresa something. When I woke up the morning after my night stand, all our messages were gone. Every trace that Killian and I spent the night together or even met was gone too and I woke up in my room. How?

Did she help him?

Did she know Killian was bound to someone before sharing his contact information and picture with me? There are just to many questions without answers. I am afraid to ask too. The possibilities of those questions having positive answers will make me hate Theresa because even if indeed she was aware he wasn’t single and didn’t know who the woman in the picture is, she could’ve warned me about him and I wouldn’t have texted him.

He wouldn’t even have been on my list because my aim was fucking Tristan’s friend and I would’ve fucked anybody. It di

dn’t have to be Killian.

Although.... part of me is glad that it was him and I hate myself for it.