Big Fat Liar

      Callie nodded and turned, nearly tripping over herself to get to the car. Chris greeted her with a wide grin. "Good job, man," he praised her. "I'm proud of you."

      "I hate you," she shot back.

      Chris chuckled. "Buddy, by the end of the night you're gonna love me."

      I already do, Callie thought sadly, knowing that even though she said she hated him, she really didn't.

      "Here she comes," Chris said and whistled. "Damn, Susan, you clean up nicely."

      Susan laughed as she walked towards them, hips swaying back and forth seductively. Callie watched her and couldn't help the envy that surfaced. She could never look that good in a dress like that and Chris would certainly never look at her with pure male admiration in his eyes like that. Even though Susan was her date, she felt like the third wheel.

      "Cal?" Chris's voice broke through her mental self pity. "Aren't you going to open the door for her, buddy?"

      "Hmm? Oh!" Jumping, Callie quickly opened the door and pulled the passengers seat forward. "Errr..." she stared nervously at Susan, "a-after you."

     "What a gentleman you are," Susan said with a smile. "Thank you." And before Callie could react, Susan bent down and planted a kiss right on Callie's cheek before slipping inside the car.

      Eyes painfully wide, Callie stared after the woman before looking up to stare mutetly at Chris. Chris winked at her and sent her a thumbs up before slipping back in the drivers seat. It took the slam of his car door closing to snap Callie out her shock but she still stood rooted to the spot for several seconds torn between the urge to make a run for it.

      "You coming in, buddy?" Chris asked her from within the car.

       Swallowing, Callie pushed the passengers seat back and wiggled back inside the car, extremely aware of Susan sitting right behind her. She could smell the woman's sweet floral perfume.

      "Alright then," she heard Chris say when she closed the door. "Let's get this show on the road and pick up Brenda."

      Ironically, when Chris turned the engine on, the radio blasted with Katy Perry's song "I Kissed A Girl." Moaning, Callie leaned forward and slammed her forehead against the glove compartment. Chris and Susan exchanged puzzled looks but didn't comment on Callie's strange behavior.

      If Callie envied Susan, then she hated Brenda.

      Fifteen minutes after picking Susan up, Chris parked his car in front of an impressive white two story house with a picket fence. From her seat, Callie watched Chris excitedly get out and jog around the car to the front door of the house where a woman was already stepping out to greet him. The woman was petite and slender, dark hair piled up stylishly above her head.

        An imaginary needle stabbed at Callie's heart as she watched Chris bend down to plant a sensual kiss on the woman's lips, snaking an arm around Brenda's waist to pull her up against his body.

     "Wow," Susan said from behind her, "she's gorgeous."

      Callie looked away from the couple but had to agree with Susan. Brenda is gorgeous. Hesitating, Callie looked out the window again and watched as the laughing couple walked back towards the car, Chris's arm still around Brenda's petite waist. The way they were beaming at each other, they looked like they were in love.

       Right then, Callie's heart started to bleed. It was so different to hear him telling her about his dates compared to actually seeing a woman in his arms. The pain was so unbearable that tears stung her eyes. She couldn't even speak or move when Chris opened her door and looked down at her with a smile.

       "Cal," Chris lifted a brow, "do you mind?"