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“Oh.” Where is he? “No reason. I just needed you to help me with something,” I say, trying to remember if he told me if he was going out tonight, but I come up blank.
“I can try to help over the phone,” he suggests, just as someone calls out his name.
He’s with a girl?
Of course, he is, he’s single now. Where else would he be?
“No, it’s fine.” I say, shaking my head even though he can’t see it. “Have fun wherever you are.” I start pulling the phone away from my ear and let my thumb hover over the small red button.
“Sophia,” he calls out loudly, right as my thumb moves down to push the button, stopping me.
Why am I acting this way? He has a right to date. He’s single, he can see and be with any girl that he wants.
You already know the answer to that question.
I push that thought to the side and bring the phone back up to my ear.
“Sophia, tell me what you need,” he says, his voice stern but still filled with care and kindness.
I let out a sigh. “I need help picking out something to wear. Lucky’s is having a band tonight and I want to go, I just don’t know what I should wear. I figured you’d be able to help me.”
“You want me to help you pick out clothes? Me?” he asks, a laugh bubble out as he speaks.
I nod even though he can’t see. “It’s more like I need your opinion, but yes.”
“You have two girl roommates, why the hell would you want me to help you out with this?” he asks, bewildered.
That is a good question. One I definitely don’t have the answer to.
“Maybe I wanted to hang out with my best friend,” I answer, not having another answer.
He lets out a laugh. “We’ll hang out tomorrow. Besides, I have a surprise.”
My outfit is now completely forgotten. “Surprise? What kind of surprise?” I ask.
If he’s about to surprise me with his new girlfriend, I don’t know if I would be able to handle it.
“A good one, I promise,” he says, and I picture him smiling as he says the words which causes me to smile too.
“It better be.”
He lets out another laugh and for a few seconds it feels like we’re back in high school, and nothing has gotten in the way of our friendship.
“Wear whatever you want, Soph. You’ll look pretty in everything.”
My mind instantly goes to the night almost two years ago.
You’re so fucking pretty.
He had said those words as he was straddling my half naked body and hearing him say the word pretty now, is making my whole body to feel hot.
I need to end this call before I say something that I won’t be able to take back.
“Okay,” I say, after clearing my throat. “I’ll see what I can find. Have fun doing whatever it is that you’re doing.”
“I will. Have fun at the bar.”
We end the call and for a solid second I just sit there, wrapped up in my own mind.
