“No, they haven’t met. From what I can tell, she talks to him a couple of times a day, but that’s it. It’s not serious, Matt. Her face doesn’t light up when he messages her. She actually looks kinda disappointed when her phone goes off and it’s him.”
I exhale feeling…relief?
What the hell!
I don’t know why I’m feeling this way. She’s my best friend. I should want her to be happy, not sad, in her relationships with other men.
“She does light up when some other guy messages her, though,” he says, and I raise my brow, sitting up suddenly in bed.
“She does? Who?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“I dunno, don’t pay much attention, to be honest. You’re her bestie, shouldn’t you know this shit?” he states, rubbing salt in the wound.
Maybe Alexdoesn’ttell me everything.
Maybe shedoesn’ttrust me as much as I thought.
“Yeah, I thought I was, but maybe I don’t mean as much to her as I thought I did.”
“Wait, whoa… what does that mean?” he asks.
I slide my legs out of the bed, and they dangle off the side to the floor. “Maybe no one is on my side,” I say and end the call, throwing my cell to the edge of the bed with a huff.
No sooner does it hit the mattress than suddenly it beeps with a message, and I roll my eyes as I pick it up to see a message from Nate.
Nate:Are you okay?
With Ria’s help, teaching Nate to read, his messages are so good now. I have no doubt they will improve immensely having her there with him all the time.
Me:Fine, just need to figure a few things out…
Nate:I can come over? I don’t have to go with Ria to her appointment till later today.
Me:I’m good, spend the day with Ria. Thanks, though. P.S. You have mad writing skills now, bro!
Nate:Ha Ha, Ria might be helping me, but I’ll take the credit!
Me:Hi Ria! But really, I’m fine. Also, please don’t tell Alex I called you…
There’s a long pause, and I know Nate is debating this in his head. He and Ria are incredibly good friends with Alex, and if there’s a problem with our friendship, they would want to tell her, but they would also want to keep a promise to me. I’mputting them in a bind. I know that. I’m an ass for doing it, but I don’t want Alex to know I’m checking up on her.
Nate:Only because I love you, but you need to talk to Alex. You guys are too good as friends to let something, whatever this is, fester. Got it?
Sighing, I find myself nodding even though they can’t see me, then type back my reply.
Me:Message received loud and clear. Love you both too.
I go to throw my cell back on the bed, but instead I bring up the Lovepessimist app and open the message from Madeline. Gnawing on my bottom lip, I take a deep breath and type out five simple words.
Me:Would you like to meet?
I hover over the send button, clenching my jaw furiously. I’m going through the options in my mind, weighing up the pros and cons. I can’t decide whether to hit send or not when my cell beeps in my hand. I jump, causing a ripple effect, and my arm jolts, tipping my thumb and sending it to the screen right over the send button. I open my eyes wide as the five words are sent to Madeline before I’ve truly made my mind up on whether to send them or not, and the little tick symbol shows next to the message as delivered.
“Shit,shit, SHIT,” I snap, my voice becoming louder and louder with each word while I stand and pace the bedroom. I glance at my cell and wonder how the fuck that happened while my heart races.
This could change everything.
It suddenly lights up green, letting me know she’s read it. “Dammit! I was never this nervous with Jaci,” I murmur as the little typing bubbles appear, bouncing up and down.
