BFs: Bestfriend or Boyfriend?

10. Complications.

Chapter 10.

            I shot out of bed, my conscience eating away at my dreams. In it, I was trying to hold up something invisible. It hurt so badly, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop holding it. Then Jules was there, but she didn’t see me. She was talking to someone I couldn’t see, in the shadows, and every time she said something the weight got heavier. The load finally collapsed on me when she leaned in and disappeared into the shadow.

            At least the dream fit the scenario. I groggily looked over to see it was 2:30 in the afternoon and a note from my parents saying how irresponsible it was to come in at 3 last night, they were out looking at furniture for my sister’s room, and they love me.

            Uhhh. I did not want to face reality. Way too much happened last night, where it’s gotten to the point where my head was spinning but I didn’t even have a drink.

            I had two major problems. Both having to do with Jules and Tony. First was what Tony had pointed out at the party last night. That I had no control over my own girlfriend, and she was still very much in love with Tony. And I didn’t want to lose her. This isn’t like some movie, where the nice guy wants what the girl thinks is best for her. Because I know that Tony is not the best, and to be honest, I worked too hard to give up now.

            Second problem was that Tony is going to punch my face in if Jules remembers enough to tell him what happened last night. I winced at the thought of the pain when the doorbell rang. I slipped on some sweatpants and walked downstairs to open the door.

            “What did we do last night?!” I blinked my eyes at a wide eyed Jules in front of my with a coat and pajama pants.

            “Good morning to you too” I’m still squinting at the brightness of outside.

            “Jack, I swear to G-“

            “We didn’t do anything, stop freaking out.” Her face became more relaxed. I felt bad lying. “Do you want to come in?” I opened the door wider, leading the way with my other hand. She looked back at her car, and said she only had a few minutes, but stepped inside anyway.

            “Coffee?” I turned around to ask her as I lead her to the kitchen.

            “No thanks, I just…I need to know what happened last night. I’m sorry about my state of-“

            “Don’t be sorry,” I finished pouring my cup and started to walk towards where she was sitting, when I noticed her eyes on my stomach. I looked down worrying something was there, I couldn’t believe that she was actually in my house.

            “So?” Her eyes glanced up to meet mine.

            “Sorry…I just didn’t know you had abs,” her cheeks blushed. So she didn’t remember last night. We didn’t have sex; but we got really close. I just, I lost control. She had almost all her clothes off, and a bulge was coming through my boxers. She passed out right as I suggested we move to the backseat. “Just tell me what caused us to leave so early that my friends had to worry, and what we did that I wasn’t around to answer my phone.”

            I remembered it so clearly, but to be honest, I didn’t know what to say about the first one.

            “Jules, I don’t think that I should explain why we left the party so early… that isn’t my job. I’d ask Tony…”

            “C’mon Jack, please?

            I knew she was doing this on purpose, because she knew she could get it out of me by acting all cute. She was smart.

            I grimaced to myself as I thought about it. “Tony was trying to get with you, and I just got over protective and made you leave. I thought that you would actually, I don’t know.”

            Her face was bright red, with the only make-up that was on her face smeared under her eyes, it was quite a scene. And yet, she still made me want her, if I wasn’t so upset with her and Tony. “Jack… I would never do that to you, I…I’m sorry, if I made you think I would.” Her face was sincere enough, but she didn’t see herself last night. She didn’t see the way her eyes lit up when she talked to him.

            “It just seemed like that Jules.”

            There was a silence for a few minutes. She was looking down at the counter, studying the lines of the marble countertop. Her fingers traced the lines, starring at the rock as if it held some sort of message, as to why she was who she is.

            “Can you just tell me everything about last night?” Her head popped out of the gaze and met my eyes. And so I started, from the beginning to when she was seducing me in the car. Her face cringed with shame at the thought of that, so I decided to spare her the details of how far we actually got. I don’t think any girl would want to hear about something she can’t remember doing.

            After I finished, she looked at me with tears. “Tony’s going to punch you. Or me if he ever hears of … the car situation.” I laughed quietly, hoping she’d take this lighter then it was. “I’m really sorry for being that way. All though you probably wanted to, or even liked it, I’m really happy you were true to me Jack. You’re the best.” Her lower lip quivered, so I got up and put my arms around her.

            I liked the way her face fit into my neck, as though I could feel her fit into me like a puzzle piece. Her arms wrapped tightly around me, I felt water trickling down my neck. I wanted her to feel better, I’d do anything.

            She pulled away and wiped the tears/mascara off her face. I smiled at her, told her it’ll be alright. I’m glad I didn’t give her the details.

            “I don’t know what to do Jack.”

            I looked at her for a long time. I searched her eyes for something to tell me what to do, who to be for her.  

            “Do you love him?”

            She looked up with tears in her eyes. She looked dead at me, but didn’t move her head.

            “I’m not sure.”

My heart pounded in my throat, and my stomach dropped. I knew that she loves him. I did, but I didn’t want to hear it. The walls were closing in on me.

“I-I have to go Jack. I’m sorry - again.” She gave me a fake smile and walked out the door. I stood there, waiting even though she was gone, but I didn’t know what for.