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by Flemming, E. M.


  “Nothing. I was just surprised that no one woke me up. What happened last night?” I made my way over to stand beside them in the hot tub. I put my hand in, and realized that the water was cold. I almost thought that they were sitting in hot water in this heat.

  “We tried to wake you, but you wouldn’t get up,” Blake said. He reached over to pull the sheet off of me, and drag me into the hot tub. I looked over at Hallie with a sense of disgust. You bitch.

  “Did we… did we all sleep in the same bed?”

  “Yes, of course we did,” he said.

  Hallie smiled. She hadn’t noticed me seething. She hadn’t noticed how furious I was with her. Don’t forget, it was her birthday. Remember, it was her birthday.

  I slipped into the cool water, and sat back. It felt good against my skin. It felt good considering how hot it was outside. “God, this heat,” I said.

  Blake smiled, and Hallie giggled in the corner. “Yes, it’s certainly very hot,” he said.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked Hallie.

  “Nothing,” she said, and she giggled again.

  “What? Tell me,” I exclaimed.

  “Nothing, it’s just. Well, how would you guys like to head to London with me?”

  “London?” I looked straight at Hallie. She was smiling from ear-to-ear, nodding her head, yes. “That’s what’s so funny? Hallie, we have finals; we have the BAR exam. We can’t just be running off to Vegas like that. We have lives, you know.” This time I looked at Blake. How could he have the nerve to suggest such a thing.

  “Wait, hold up there. I didn’t know about finals and stuff.” Blake turned to look at Hallie. “You didn’t tell me you had finals.”

  What the hell is going on. What are you telling him bitch? You can’t go to London. You can’t!

  “Well, yes, but, they’re not for another two weeks,” she sheepishly said. She couldn’t even look me in the eyes.

  “You can’t go, Halie.”

  “You’re not my mother. I can study for the exams and take them when we get back.”

  “We? As in you and Blake?”

  “Yes, we,” she said. She slid over next to him and placed her arms around his neck. “We’ve decided to go to London and you’re more than welcome to come with us.”

  I was fuming. I felt like the blood was going to boil over from inside of me and into the hot tub. What the hell was she talking about? What had gone on while I was asleep. You fucking bitch.

  “I can’t go to London. I have exams. She can’t go to London; she also has exams!”

  “Whoa, slow down there tiger,” he said, slinking closer to me. I was staring straight at Hallie. I was ready to punch her in the face. Best friend my ass. “We can all go together. You can get your studying done while we’re away.”

  “You know damn well I won’t be able to concentrate while on vacation in London. There’s no fucking way I can go to London. There’s no fucking way at all.”

  “Well, my plane leaves tonight. I really think you should come with us,” Blake said.

  “So, that’s it?” I asked. “You’re just going to take her to London like that, with no care or regard for what I have to say?” Clearly I was blowing things out of proportion, but here she was taking my man. She was taking the man that I met at the bar; the man that wanted me more than he wanted her.

  I rose up out of the hot tub, and grabbed a robe. I couldn’t even stand to look either one of them in the face. I couldn’t stand the thought of her jetting off to London while she had a million responsibilities here back at home. But, maybe I was the one being stupid. Maybe I was the one making the big mistake. God, London sounded so good. But, how could I throw four years of hard work out the window on a whim just like that? I couldn’t do it. There was no way I was going to do it. I had worked way too hard, and so had she.

  You’re going to regret this you bitch. You’re totally going to regret this.

  As I made my way through the house and gathered my clothes, I couldn’t help but feel a pit of disgust in my chest. I couldn’t help but feel complete and utter shame for my supposed best friend. Something had gone on behind my back. She had gone and conspired to snatch him away. With friends like that, who the hell needs enemies?

  To be Continued

  Thank you

  Thank you for taking the time out to read the first part of this adult short story series. I hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would appreciate if you could take a few moments of your time to fill out a review on Amazon. Your input means a great deal to me.

  Best,

  E.M. Flemming

 

 

 


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