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She knows every damn move I make.
Yet here she is, acting as though she doesn’t owe me the same, that she doesn’t need to explain that she’s most likely going out with a guy—a stupid jackass not worthy of having her. I can’t stop myself from clenching my fist.
“Then, what friend?” I question … okay, more like interrogate.
She pulls at the hem of her skirt. “Afriend,” she stresses.
“You’re sure dressed up to hang out with justa friend. And why do you keep putting so much emphasis on the wordfriend?” My clenched fist releases to hold two fingers in the air. “You have two friends: me and Margie. So, obviously, this friend”—I cover my mouth and cough—“douche bag—isn’t one of them.”
“I have other friends from class, and I like to be cute sometimes. Sue me.”
“Bullshit,” I spit, unaware of how aware she is of my jealousy. “You have a date.” My stomach turns.
I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.
Why this is making me so sick to my stomach, I have no idea.
Oh, wait. Yes, I do.
It’s because I’m fucking in love with my best fucking friend, and I never want to share her.
“It’s a hangout,” she says.
“A hangout with a dude?” I correct with irritation.
“Fine.I’m going on a date. You happy now, Daddy?”
“Hey now.” I can’t help my voice from turning playful. “You know how I feel about chicks calling me daddy in bed.”
Oh fuck.Now, I’m thinking about her calling someone else daddy in bed. Playfulness ejected.
“Good thing all we do issleepin your bed, so that’s something you’ll never have to worry about.”
Except once,is what I want to tell her. One time, we did more than sleep in my bed.
I collapse onto her bed, making myself comfortable, and refrain from pulling her down with me. I snatch a pillow and place it behind my head. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”
She pushes her phone into her purse. “Just a guy from class. No big deal.”
“What class, hmm?”
“None of Your Business 101.”
I snap my fingers. “How about this? Cancel your plans and hang out with me instead.”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
I throw my head back. “Fine, but give me his name.”
She parks her hands on her hips. “You don’t need a name. You don’t give me the names of all the girls you hook up with.”
I perk up, my back stiffening. “Oh, so now, you’rehookingup with him, not just going out on a date?”What the flying fuck? No. No. I am not allowing this.
“You’re annoying,” she grumbles, taking a last look in the mirror and fluffing out her hair.
“Still waiting for that name.” I tap my finger against my watch.
“Still not going to give it to you.”
