Page 21 of Charming my Best Friend

Her lips fell apart.

“Your suitcase is open on the bed. Whatever you don’t take, I’ll mail to you when you have an address.”

“I can’t believe you’re throwing me out.”

“I can’t believe what a loose, lying bitch you are.”

She stormed around me and went down the hall. I followed her because even though I didn’t have much that couldn’t be replaced, I knew now that I could no longer trust her farther than I could see her.

True to her usual dramatics, when I came in the bedroom, she was yanking drawers open like she was deliberately trying to rip them off their hinges.

“Easy,” I said. “My furniture doesn’t like to be jerked around either.”

She glared at me while she grabbed handfuls of clothes and piled them in her open suitcase. A few minutes later, she huffed past me into the hallway. I watched her march to the bathroom, emerging a minute later with her patterned toiletry bag half open. I leaned against the wall as she shoved it into the mix.

“I know you think you’re angry with me,” I said, “but this is your fault. It didn’t have to end this way.”

She sat on the suitcase and zipped it.

“If you’d told me you were unhappy, I would’ve bent over backwards trying to fix what was broken.”

She set the bag down on the floor and rolled it up to me. “You know what’s really fucked up?”

“What?”

“You think I’m the problem.”

“Excuse me?”

“You think I cheated on you because I’m defective or something.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“But that’s not why I did it.”

I rolled my shoulders back. “Why did you do it then?”

“I did it because I could.”

I felt a drop of spit land on my cheek.

“I did it because you’re too nice.”

I wiped the spit away.

“Because you’re too trusting, Aiden.”

I clenched my fists.

“You made it so easy to cheat. Too easy.”

I pursed my lips.

“You might think you’re rid of me, but I won’t be the last girl that cheats on you. Mark my words.” She stormed out into the hallway and rolled her suitcase down the hall.

I followed behind her, grabbing a hanger out of the laundry closet on the way by.

“Goodbye, Aiden,” she said, throwing the front door open.

“You forgot something, Chelse,” I said, holding up her black bra and panties.

She snatched them out of my hand.

“I’m sure you’ll be needing those,” I said.

And then I slammed the door in her face.

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