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With that reality check in place, I read the text.
Beautiful: Any chance you have a few minutes to talk right now?
I look down my body. I’m half-naked with cum on my legs. Probably not the best time.
Me: Uh, I can’t right now. Can we talk later? Or tomorrow?
Beautiful: Actually, I’ll be fine. No worries. Have a good night.
That text tells me that everything is definitelynotfine.
And she had a date tonight. Shit.
I climb out of bed and quickly clean myself off and get dressed, then send another text.
Me: Are you okay? Seriously.
Beautiful: I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. It’s Friday night. You’re probably with your girl. It’s nothing. I’m all good.
All good?Damn it. What the hell happened? Before I can ask that question, I get a text from Joel.
Joel: Have you talked to Rae tonight?
Me: She texted me, but now she won’t talk to me. Why?
Joel: Don’t know the details. All I know is Matt texted me and asked if everything was okay with her and for me to apologize on his behalf if he upset her.
Me: WHAT HAPPENED?
Matt’s a good guy, but I trust absolutely no one after what she’s been through.
Joel: He doesn’t know. She seemed into him and he leaned in to her kiss her but she flipped out, ran away, and slammed the gate in his face. That’s all I know.
I flip back to my texts with Rae.
Aaron: Rae. Please. Are you okay?
“Everything okay?” Caity asks, walking back into my room.
“Not really. I need to go.” My eyes flare slightly and she gets it.
“Of course. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
I nod and we both hurry out of my house. While she goes out the front door, I sprint across my backyard, through the gate, across Joel’s backyard, up Rae’s, and over the driveway. When I get up the deck stairs to her window, the curtain is closed. I try the window, but it’s locked.
This is the moment I realizeI fucked up.
I don’t care where I am or what I’m doing. You call me, text me, walk into my room. I don’t care what’s going on. This is more important.
That’s what I told her, but I didn’t follow through.
Granted, she didn’t tell me what was going on, but I should have known. She never texts and asks if I have a few minutes to talk unless she needs me.
What the hell kind of best friend am I?
This is why I don’t recommend falling for your best friend. If you don’t end up on the same page, it’s hard to keep your friendship the way it used to be. She pushed me away because she couldn’t deal with the depth of her feelings while healing. I pushed her away because I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Yet, it’s a mess. We haven’t been open with each other lately. We flirt—even though we shouldn’t. We hang out all the time. We’re best friends, but we aren’t us.
I yank my phone from my pocket and dial her number. Three rings, then voicemail.
