"Hey," Nate said as soon as he comes into the living room of my apartment to find me sitting with my laptop open right next to me. He didn't knock as usual that doesn't surprise me, though I'll have to start locking that door otherwise one day I'll wake up to more than just Nate budging in. "Hey to you too, how was school...." I ask wiggling my brows at him as a distraction. A distraction and my way to try escape the whole part where he interrogates me about my absence from school for what is to be the fifth day in a row. I've been getting these interrogations for the past four days and by the smug look on his face, I know he knows me too well to know I'm trying to get away without the whole twenty questions part. In my head am trying to come up with a different but equally as brilliant a lie as the ones I've been giving him the last few days. Is it crazy that I feel as if I'm being unfaithful to my best friend... Though I have to admit it's better than having to watch his reaction when I tell him the truth of where I have been going for the last five days. He'd flip and I really don't want to think about what he's capable of doing when he finds out.
Truth is I've been visiting him, and by him I mean Logan. The guy I'd been dating from since I can remember and the same guy with whom I'd broken up with more times than I'd deemed possible.
"Well, I won't even bother asking where you went today cause you'll lie to me again just like you have these past four days and there's only so much lies the ears can hear before I go deaf. But you've missed out on some juicy stuff from school." He says so calmly but I see the flicker of something like hurt on his face. I guess he knows me more than I thought he did, he's my best friend after all.
"Apart from Mario having his tongue down some totally random chic's throat, what else is new.. "I raise my brows waiting expectantly for his response because I know very well that's what he meant by missing out on a lot.
" The said random chic happens to be Tamara, you know her right. The red head with that fine ass...." he says with his eyes closed trying to look completely dazed by the so called fine ass, which is by every means fake. Duh....not hating but everyone around campus knows it's fake. But guys around school even after knowing so, can't seem to waste the slightest opportunity they have to drool over her. Of course Nate's not different from the guys, but I know he's only telling me all these stuff to tease me. He knows just how much I hate Tamara. Ooops...I just admitted to hating her. I mean who wouldn't. She's like those crazy characters in movies who see a sign post saying DO NOT CROSS but cross anyways and end up been eaten alive by a huge anaconda. I smile at the direction my thoughts are taking and I know Nate does notice but he doesn't say anything. I wish Tamara could be swallowed whole or a shark to bite a chunk of her fake booty so we all see just what else she'll have to show. "why do you hate her so much," he asks drawing me back to reality.
"I don't know, maybe because my boyfriend couldn't go a single day without reminding me of how she was more beautiful than I would ever be. "I say much more to myself than to my best friend. I remember how Logan used to give me the Tamara sessions as I called them.
Why can't you just dress like Tamara,. She's so beautiful,. Don't tie your hair that way, just pull it into a loose bun the way Tamara does. Try this on, I bought you one exactly like Tamara's but yours is black. I know it'll look good on you.
Tamara this, Tamara that I was so sick of hearing that name everytime, I even shouted at him to go make Tamara his if he liked her so bad and I also remember how hard he'd slapped me that day I had to down four aspirins to get the headache to stop. Plus he'd said he'd actually take me up on my offer. Come to think of it, that guy was a jerk. No doubt it's why Nate hates him so much. At the time I couldn't see that though. I couldn't seem to reason with him around. That's why I know my best friend would be super pissed If he knew I went behind his back to see him. Because he was there for me all the times Logan had ripped off my heart from its place and stomped on it repeatedly. He was there for me and he helped me get through it all.
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