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Jake and I are no longer friends. We are just roommates that are forced to live with one another until graduation day.
I wish we weren’t even acquaintances anymore.
“I’m not fucking interested in your pictures.”
“Just think about it before you say no. I’ll push them under your door, so you can take a look if you want. No pressure.”
I sit up and look at my bedroom door. Of course, a part of me is interested in seeing what Jake wants to show me, but my heart aches when I think of his scheme to get me to break up with Damien.
Could this be another one of Jake’s schemes?
The large envelope scrapes the bottom of the wooden door as Jake slides the pictures into my room.
His footsteps get softer the further away he gets from my door.
My heart beats faster as I stare at the envelope.
What could Jake want to show me?
What was Damien up to that needed to be photographed? Does it even matter anymore?
Curiosity gets the best of me. I push the cover to the side and walk a few steps to pick up the pictures.
The envelope is lighter than the one that contained the pictures of me and Damien in his car.
If I had a guess, I’d say there are only two or three pictures in the envelope.
My fingers shake as I reach toward the flap. I hold my breath as I reach inside and pull out the two pictures.
The first picture is Damien sitting at the cafe across from Miss Blonde with his hand on top of hers like it was when Mara and I went there after our shopping excursion.
I can’t tell if this is recent or from before. Damn it. I should have paid attention to what Damien was wearing that day in the cafe.
Moving the first picture behind the second one, I stare at the image in front of me.
The second picture is Damien giving the other professor a hug goodbye while standing at their cars.
She has her arms wrapped around his neck in a loving, intimate manner, and his arms are wrapped around her waist.
It kills me to see him that comfortable with her when he said they were just friends.
I’ve never hugged a friend like that, unless you count Mara. She’s more than a friend to me. She’s like a sister, but even then, I’ve never wrapped my arms around her waist like that.
My throat tightens as tears form in my eyes.
I don’t deserve to feel this jealous about Damien moving on, when I’m the one that caused this. But I never imagined he would move on this fast.
It hasn’t even been an entire day. It’s only been twelve hours.
I throw the pictures and envelope like a frisbee across my room. They don’t make it very far, but at least they are out of my sight.
Grabbing my camera off my end table, I pull the cover back over my head and scroll through the pictures I took from spring break at the Cape.
In the beginning, my pictures were of the rental house, the beach and ocean, and the sunrise and sunset.
As the week went on, I took more pictures of me lounging, as well as pictures of me with Damien.
The pictures started out friendly, but they quickly turned more intimate in nature. There are pictures of the two of us laying side by side on the beach and us laying next to each other in post-coital bliss.
