RIGHT THERE, IN front of me, was all the proof I needed to show me what an idiot I was to let everyone around me talk me into something I’d known wasn’t right from the get-go. My gut had been right after all.
My stupid, good-for-nothing boyfriend was cheating on me.
In my bed!
“Leti, baby, it’s not what you’re thinking.” He sprung out of bed, reaching for his boxers on the ground. I gave them my back wondering how the hell he was going to try and talk his way out of this all while trying to figure out if I had enough money to buy a new mattress or if I would have to bug my parents. Ugh, my parents. They liked him. They liked his family more than anything, if I was being honest with myself.
“Baby, say something,” he pleaded, and I turned, looking at his stupid face.
“So, you two didn’t just hook up?”
“No!” he exclaimed, but at least the blonde sitting in bed had the graciousness to look horrified. “Baby, it was just a moment. Didn’t mean—”
“Are you serious right now?” The blonde spoke up and shook her head as she got off the bed. Thankfully, she’d already thrown her dress back on and was currently making good time of grabbing her shoes. “Look, I don’t know you, you don’t know me. But had I known Jeffrey was seeing someone, I would have never come back to his place. Like ever! That’s against the sisterhood, and I genuinely abide by the sister code.” She rambled on, “I’m all about women empowering one another, not playing shit on each other, even though it’s totally okay if you don’t believe me, since, well, this.” She pointed from him to her. I tried not to laugh.
“This is my place. He still lives with his parents.” One of the biggest reasons my dad liked him. Like living with his parents made him some kind of virgin. I almost wanted to laugh at the entire situation.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, her face ashen. “You’re a fucking creep! I didn’t know,” she said after slipping her feet into her heels and crossing her arms. “I’m sorry. I’m not that type. I don’t even do crazy shit like this. My boyfriend dumped me for his gym buddy, and I was at a bar, trying to cope.”
“I’m sorry.” And I genuinely was. Jeffrey was a skeeze. I knew it; I just couldn’t prove it. I had the proof now to chuck him off my shoe like gross old gum.
“Shit happens. He said he didn’t know he was gay until he and Patrick had a fight that ended with them kissing.”
“Ouch.” I knew I’d just met the girl, and not in the best of circumstances, but call me quirky. I felt for her.
“Yeah. Then he said he was single, and this was his place,” she said, pointing at Jeffrey, his face turning all shades of red.
“Funny, he’s never paid a cent in rent.”
“Dick.” She shook her head.
“Hey. I’m right here.”
“And why, I have no idea.”
“What? Leti baby,”
“No, Leti baby nothing. You should get your man-whoring ass out of my apartment before I call the cops for trespassing. Oh, but I need the key I lent you to water my plants when I was gone for my sister’s graduation before you go.”
“Are you serious? You’re going to let this get in the way of us?”
“Jeffrey, let me be very clear. There is no us,” I said seriously and looked at the girl.
“You wanna go get something to eat?” I offered without a second thought. After all, she wasn’t the one who had done wrong. It had been him.
“That would be good. Wait, what’s happening? Shouldn’t you hate me?” she asked, and I shrugged.
“I never fucked him,” I bluntly shared.
“Maybe if you had, I wouldn’t have to get my dick wet somewhere else,” Jeffrey muttered under his breath, and the girl hit him hard against the head.
“You’re disgusting!” she said to him before turning to me. “You weren’t missing much.” She put her thumb and forefinger an inch apart, and I smiled. “Like, not much at all… if you know what I mean.”
“Fucking bitches,” he mumbled, and I laughed as he walked out, slamming my key on the table next to the door before he left.
“So, pizza or Chinese?” I asked.
That was the day my life changed.
Last-minute plans do that to you sometimes.
A last-minute decision to go home and change your shoes might lead to you finding your boyfriend in your bed with a girl. But if your life is anything like mine, don’t worry!
That girl might end up becoming your new best friend. A new best friend who talks you into a spontaneous Vegas trip, from which you end up having to hitch a ride back home with her sexy-as-sin older brother.
The same guy you sorta maybe might have had a drunken Vegas adventure with the night before after your friends and sister left you all alone with a slot machine.
Last-minute plans are what make life just a little brighter.
