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I debate whether or not to tell her. She's not exactly the most empathetic person, but she is my best friend. "I have chlamydia."
Max lets out a laugh. "Is that all? Ads, that's not that bad. I had it two years ago during Freshman year. Some pills will clear it right up."
"I haven't slept with anyone but Aaron," I say sharply. She pauses, her mouth falling open.
"Oh. Shit, girl. Does he know yet?"
I shrug. "I haven't spoken to him yet. But that means he cheated on me."
"Maybe you got it from a public toilet seat," Max answers, fishing in her bag to retrieve a bottle of nail polish.
I love the girl, but it often baffles me how she got into college. She has no desire to be here. I'm certain she's only here because daddy made her go and is paying for it. To her, college is just one big party.
"That's not how STDs work, Max."
She shrugs. "I don't know. I'm sure it's nothing though. Now, can you help paint my nails? I want them to look good tonight because this bitch needs a pounding."
I'mcurleduponthe couch when Aaron comes through the door later that night. He has a big grin on his face again, and it breaks my heart because I know our whole lives are about to come crashing down.
"Addison, you look terrible," he remarks, giving me a quick glance over.
"I feel terrible."
"Are you sick?" he asks casually, kicking off his shoes. "Because if you are, I don't want to catch anything."
The irony isn't lost on me. The past few hours have numbed me, my face blank as I stare at him. He's waltzing around so carelessly that it's frustrating me.
"Funny, because I didn't want to catch anything either," I snipe back.
Aaron pauses at my unusual tone, his smile dropping. I can see his eyes dart over me again, this time taking in my body language as he psycho-analyzes me. "I haven't been sick, if that's what you're implying."
I can feel his internal walls go up, his tone getting cold and defensive. I guess I don't blame him, I'm being hostile at the moment. But I think I'm allowed to be, all things considered.
"Do you even love me?" I stutter out.
Part of me waits for him to tell me I'm being silly, part of me wants him to fight for me and tell me everything is okay. But he just crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side.
"Addison, I don't have time for your games. Just tell me what the problem is."
My heart aches when I realize I'm not going to get the validation I desperately need. Forcing myself to hold eye contact because I want to see his reaction, I take a deep breath.
"I have chlamydia."
Aaron gives away nothing, his face a picture perfect image of stone. "And who have you slept with?"
"What?" I yelp. "I've only slept with you."
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Evidently not."
"The only person I could have gotten it from is you. So, I need you to be honest with me. Have you slept with someone else?" I plead, standing up from the couch.
Aaron shakes his head as I approach him. "I can't believe you, Addison. A year together and you have the gall to accuse me of something like that. I had my health screening last week and my results were all negative."
I stop in front of him, tears spilling down my cheeks before I can stop them. "Then maybe my results are wrong because there's no possible way otherwise. I haven't slept with anyone else."
Aaron steps closer to me. My heart pounds as I wait for the comfort – a hug, validating words, anything. "I think you're lying. God, I can't even look at you," he says, turning away from me. He grabs his shoes and starts putting them back on. "I'm going to go stay with Aiden. I need some time to think."
"What?" Panic fills me as I grab his arm. "Please don't go. We need to talk about this."
