SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 12 - TWELVE

- HAZEL -

I yawned, laying on my bed. It’s afternoon and I have a class in thirty minutes but I don’t want to go. I don’t want to have to sit in class and watch the ’hot’ professor I had sex with teach.

That’s another form of torture because this time, I won’t be there alone. I’ll be with her, Kate, and the last thing I want is to mix up the glances he’ll pass my way because of her, glances not directed at me of course. Plus, Kate won’t be so drunk anymore, she’ll be sober and sober Kate asks a lot more questions than drunk Kate. I groaned and buried my head in my pillow. Or a pillow on my head, it’s literally the same thing, just this time, the pillow is actually on my head, burying my head.

I groaned. My frustration is forcing me to have a logical explanation for things I normally wouldn’t think about twice.

"You good, new girl?" Jasmine, my roommate asks. How do I even talk to someone about my situation without feeling like a bad person?

I can always use other people as references though and she won’t have to know it’s me.

I shifted the pillow up to reveal my mouth without taking it off my face. "Nope. In all honesty, not at all." I lifted the pillow off my face and sat up to face her. Jasmine looks concerned. Shockingly concerned. At this point, I don’t know if she just wants some gossip or is actually into how I feel but I know I want to rant. I have no one to rant to and what are the chances of Jasmine ever knowing my bestie and professor?

None.

"Want to talk about it?" She asks, spinning a ball on a finger. How she does that still amazes me. If I hold something with one finger, it’ll fall, talk less of rotating it. "I’ll do anything to skip practice." She added. She has a half grin on her face. Jasmine is dressed in a baggy red and white sleeveless sweater vest, with a black, long sleeve, inner shirt and black cargo pants. She’s putting on white sneakers and has a black bag with silver decoration hanging over one shoulder. I freaking love her style. It’s messy yet adorable, although I’m sure she won’t want to be told the latter.

"To be honest," I started, locking eyes with her. "I won’t mind a rant." I chuckled, frustrated by my situation. Jasmine did too. I just noticed her piercing teeth ring. Sweet.

"I’m with you on this one. I guess coach won’t mind if I sit this one out." She threw her bag on her bed and pushed her short hair backwards. It fell to the sides of her face. Her hair looks so fluffy. I just want to dip my hand through it.

"So, do you want to stay on my bed or yours?" She asks, looking at me while gesturing with her fingers. "I don’t mind either option, tbh."

[Tbh - To be honest]

"Yours. It’ll save me from jumping down to break my knee on purpose." I chuckled.

"Great, idea! Maybe I should do that. It’ll save me from months of practice!"

My gaze widened in horror. "No."

"Chillax, I’m just kidding." I raised a brow at her words. My look said ’Oh really?’. She caught on that and shook her head. "No. But it’s worth a thought."

It’s really not.

I climbed down from my bed. "If you do that, I’ll swap beds with Ash for a week."

"Ugh. I’d rather lick a dirty sock."

That is gross, but to be fair, I would eat from a dirty sock than attend Killian’s lecture. My body shuddered. "Well, brace yourself roomie," I stood by her side on the floor and put a hand on her shoulder. "Because my topic is worse than eating the stinkiest sock in the world." Talking about smelly socks makes me cringe.

A not so wide smile formed on her lips. Jasmine has way more rings in her teeth than I thought. They’re so pretty. Not too much, but just aesthetically appealing. Plus, her teeth are white. "Good thing I have Doritos’ sauce and avocado."

I giggled at her humour. Now that I think about it, I love cheese. It’s ironic hating something just as smelly.

Cheese doesn’t have a bad scent. My mind corrected. Pfft. Rotten cheese does.

I waited for Jasmine to sit on her bed first before joining her. "So, tell me the story, cupcake."

I could get used to being called that.

"You might hate me for this, but it happened to a friend of mine. And I don’t know what to tell her."

"If anyone can give the best, bad advice, it’s me. Hit me with the worst."

Hoho, if there’s something worse than the worst, it’s going to be my tale.

*

"Now, she finds out that the person she slept with," I formed the letter ’o’ with my thumb and index finger then dipped a finger in and out of the hole while twisting my hand. Jasmine laughed. "Is getting married to her best friend’s sister. That’s Ivy’s story. Gosh, she’s such a slut!"

Forgive me for using your name Ivy, but you really are a backstabbing slut. I hope she chokes on Tristan’s cock and it goes so deep in her throat that they’ll need surgery to get his dick out. I hope his dick gets chopped off and served to him on valentine’s day. I snarled.

Deep breaths Hazel, you shouldn’t give a shit about those two. They’re old news. Just like Killian.

"So, what do you think? What should Ivy do?" I ask, finally meeting her gaze.

Jasmine bent her upper body forward, leaning her elbow on her knees. She rubbed her palms on each other. "In all honesty, I’ve got nothing."

Dang it! Thank goodness I didn’t tell her it was me.

I made a face. "She messed up real bad, didn’t she?" My voice is low.

Jasmine froze for a second, her eyes wandered ahead like she was giving my question a thought. "To be honest, no."

My jaw nearly dropped. "Really?" She’s not just saying this because it’s my friend, right?

"Yeah. She was heartbroken, decided to have a fuck," A half judgemental grin formed on my face as she said that. I’m judging myself. "Which is very questionable but normal and a wonderful approach." She winked at me. "She calls a man she once met, who from your story is her ex’s uncle?" I nodded. So yeah I twisted the tale just a little bit. One can’t ever be too safe. Jasmine nodded. "Exactly! So she had no idea he was getting married and they did the deed. Big deal, he’s at fault. He knew he had a fiancée when he chose to hit. If anything, she’s the victim."

Yeah! I totally agree.

"So what should she tell her bff’s sister? Should she say anything at all?"

"That’s for Ivy to decide. I can’t really give out such advice. Especially concerning relationships. That shit is complicated. Yuck!" That made me smile. At the end of the day, it’s up to me to decide.

The door slid open and I trailed my gaze to it. Ash walked in with another lady. They are talking. I wish my life was that simple.

"Hey guys. What’s up?" Ash asked, waving at us. The girl by her side didn’t say a word to us but continued her conversation with Ash.

"Hazel boned her teacher!" Jasmine yelled. Oh my God. The attention of Ash and the lady with her was on me. I never thought I’d want to sink into the ground so badly before.

I tapped Jasmine’s hand. I really wish she didn’t say anything.

She can’t keep a secret!

"Oh my," The lady gaped.

"Guess what brought Savory back to life." Jasmine rolled her eyes. So that blonde who came in with Ashlyn is Savory? Wow.

"I knew you were bad, new girl, but I never guessed this bad." Ash teased with a smirk.

"This is our roommate? I like her already." Savory gasped, walking to me. "Savory. Nice to meet you teacher fucker." She raised her hand high, waiting for a high five. I smacked my hand gently on hers nervously.

I stared at Jasmine. Not cool. "How did you even know it was me?"

"Meh," She leaned her hands backwards, supporting her torso on the bed. "Your story was confusing. You made the mistake of mixing up the characters. It was just too easy." I roll my eyes. "I’ve tried that before so I knew."

"Well, now that it’s not so private anymore, how do I fix it? He’s engaged to my best friend!"

Savory’s mouth widened. She made herself comfortable on the floor. "You fucked your teacher and he’s also marrying your best friend? Not the healthiest kind of friendship but savage." She looked back at Ashlyn who’s locking our door. "Why didn’t you tell me she was this cool? I love her even more." She stared at me.

Sweet Lord, what kind of roommates did I end up with? The knots in their head needs some screwing. How is this okay? How is anything okay?

"It was an accident. I had no idea who he was nor his occupation at that point. It just kind of happened." I said to Savory.

"Your secret is safe with me, baby girl." She clenched her finger tips together and drew her hand over her lips.

"Thank you." That is very much appreciated but I find it hard to believe that. Not after that stunt Jasmine pulled. I’m kind of offended.

"What do I do? I’m worried."

"Why not run us through the story again, honestly and we can give you honest advice."

"Mm, I’ve been here before, that’s what Jasmine said." I said.

"Jasmine sucks at those. Speak to me b." Savory said. She just wants to hear the somewhat juicy gossip. "Wait, what’s your name?"

[b - babe]

If she and Ashlyn have been talking about me, shouldn’t my name have popped up at least once?

"Hazel." I answered anyway.

"Okay Hazel, hit me."

I wish she didn’t use the word ’hit’. Ash made her way to us. She sat on the floor like Savory but her legs are open yet cross at the center.

"It started when my friend stole my ex and I messaged this girl..."

Yes, girl. They already have so much information and I can’t risk them knowing Killian is the professor. Besides, pretending I’m bi wouldn’t be an issue because I have done it before.

Pretended to be bi, not had sex with a woman. I have made out with one though.

I shook the thought off. That’s not important right now. I need to know how I

can forget Killian and let Kate know without avoiding lectures and ruining our friendship.

But how? That’s something I’m about to find out.