“Hey Cory, can I talk to you for a minute?” I hear Quentin ask me as Isyss made her way out of the house. Courtney began rambling through the cabinets looking for God knows what. I flipped the page in the magazine that’s still in my hands, finding another picture of Isyss.
I have to admit, she’s definitely model material; gorgeous and tall…well, minus the tall part. “Yes Quentin, if you continuously masturbate, you can go blind. It’s not a myth. I know a guy who knew a guy that knows a guy that I don’t know,” I responded, not really caring to hear what he had to say.
I heard Quentin sigh in what I can only assume is frustration, but I could care less. I know what he wants to talk about and quite frankly, I’d rather jump of a bridge then hear about it. “Look, I know you’re probably pissed at me right now, but seriously, at least hear me out,” Quentin tried again.
“Found ya!” Courtney yelled with victory before practically removing her whole upper body from inside the lower cabinets. She had a box of black trash bags in her hands.
She quickly opened the box and pulled out three bags. I was about to ask why we’d need three bags, until the sight in front of me answered. From what I could see from the kitchen, the front room looked a mess.
There’re little drops of blood surrounding the chair that Isyss was tapped to. The chair itself looks like it’s been through hell and back. There were papers covering the floor, along with pieces of what looked like magazines. The furniture looked as though it had been moved around uncaringly, not how I remembered.
Wow, I didn’t even notice how trashed it was when I came in; my main focus was just getting in…period.
“So listen, the thing—”
“Let’s talk and clean, huh?” Courtney cut off Quentin while handing him a trash bag after handing one to me. She then led the way into the living room.
“Anyway,” Quentin started up again. Damn, this guy doesn’t quit. He kind of reminds me of those people who never let anything go…what are they called? Oh, right…assholes. “First off, you have to understand that Isyss and I having sex was not part of the plan. We were just suppose to be hanging out, that’s it,” he started up again while he began picking up some paper.
“Ugh, where’s that bridge?” I murmured to myself, remembering saying I’d rather jump off a bridge then hear about this. Quentin turned to me with a questioning look.
“What?” he asked with pure confusion. I shook my head and waved off what I said.
“Nothing man, continue,” I instructed as I starting picking up some paper also. I noticed Courtney with a mop and bucket in her hands, not really sure when she grabbed it, but she was mopping up the blood that was on the floor.
“See, we were just sitting on the bed after she tried calling you, twice,” he emphasized the word ‘twice’. I paused for a moment. She tried to call me after I left yesterday?
I pulled out my phone and realized I had two missed calls that I still hadn’t checked. When I opened them, sure enough, they were from Isyss.
I placed my phone back into my pockets, feeling a little at fault. What if I hadn’t misplaced my phone? She probably would’ve slept with this guy. But as quick as the thought appeared, it vanished. There’s no point in me thinking ‘what if’.
“And Fred brought up our past and—”
“Fred?” I scolded skeptically. He can’t be serious. “Are you fucking kidding me? You guys were listening to the guy who can’t even keep his girlfriend to himself?” I questioned.
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RomanceIsyss Dulay has been bestfriends and next door neighbors with Courtney King all her life. But along with Courtney comes her twin brother Cory, who happens to be the school's number one hottie. But Isyss doesn't like Cory and she's probably the only...
