Just Friends, Right?

Jealousy Isn't Cute.

Jada~

I haven't left my apartment in three days. I haven't seen Cody in three days. I haven't heard from Christian either. It's just me and my stupid thoughts in this apartment.

I brought all of this on myself. Maybe if I wouldn't have entertained the idea of both of them, I wouldn't be here. But, I did and I take full responsibility for that.

I hear knocking on my front door. I groan and get up from the couch. I wrap the blanket around me and look through the peephole to see Camille standing there.

I open the door, "You have a key."

"It's in my car."

"Did you not drive here?"

"No. Are you seriously going to sit in here all day again?"

"I don't have anything to do."

"Today you do. You're coming with me and Corey."

"Great, I get to be the third wheel?"

"No."

"I'm not going."

"You don't even know where we're going."

"Where would we be going?"

"Dodger Stadium."

"No."

"Come on! Please."

"For what?"

"Just come with us. Get out of your apartment and stop moping around."

"Is Cody going to be there?"

"No."

"You promise?"

"Yes. You can ask Corey."

"Fine."

"Okay, get ready."

I go back to my room and find something to wear. At least I showered last night. I put on some jean shorts and find a tank top.

"Is this good enough?" I ask her as I find my sandals.

"Yes, that's perfect."

"Do I need anything?"

"Phone. Purse if you want it."

I grab both, "What are we doing?"

"We're going to have fun. Come on."

I lock my door and head down with her to Corey's car. I get in the back, "Cody's not going to be there, right?" I ask Corey.

"No."

"If you guys are lying to me, I'll be so pissed."

"Calm down," she tells me.

He drives us to Dodger Stadium in peak traffic. I go on my phone as we sit in traffic. "So, how did you manage to start talking and flirting with both guys?" Corey asks me.

"Really? We want to get into that right now?"

"What? I'm confused. I don't understand."

"Corey, leave her alone. She's confused."

"I am not confused."

She looks back at me, "That's what you're calling it?"

"Look, I don't want to date anyone. They both know that."

"Yet, you slept with one of them."

"Woah. Okay. Why am I being attacked?"

"You slept with one of them? Who?" Corey asks.