Page 48 of Falling for my Best Friend

“Swipe right.”

“No.” I moved the phone out of his reach.

“Why not?”

“Cause I know her.”

“Maybe I’d like to get to know her, too.”

“You wouldn’t,” I said.

“How do you know?”

“Cause she’s a bitch.” I clicked on the camera so I could scroll through the other pictures. “Hold on a second.”

Alex folded his arms over his chest.

A picture of Chelsea pouting into the camera was followed by one of her taking a selfie in a bathroom. The next one was her “working out” though I suspected “modeling sportswear” was a more accurate description of what she was doing. I couldn’t believe I was seeing this. I lowered the phone to my lap and swallowed.

“What’s going on, Luce?”

“This girl is dating my friend.”

“Oh shit. What’s she doing on Tinder then?”

“I’d like to ask her the same question.”

I swiped Chelsea’s picture away and handed the phone to Alex.

“You okay? You seem kind of upset.”

“I am upset. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Tell my friend his girlfriend is on Tinder?”

“Maybe she’s just doing it for fun,” he said.

“And maybe she’s cheating on him.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know.”

“I would want to know,” he said. “For what it’s worth, I would definitely want to know.”

“Is there any way I could tell him without actually telling him?”

“You mean like fix it so he found out without you having to be involved?”

“Yeah.”

“Why can’t you just tell him?”

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“But if you don’t tell him, aren’t you sort of hurting him by omission?”

“Shit. Is that even a thing?”

Alex shrugged. “Maybe you could just confront her. Tell her if she doesn’t tell him then you will.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But maybe I shouldn’t get involved.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Seems to me you already are.”

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