“Or that I saw you were googling how to evict someone when you left your laptop open?”
“Listen, Emily, I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to see that…”
“Or, how about the fact that you called Maria before I could tell her to see if she’d take me in like a stray animal?” I’m fuming; a roaring sound fills my ears, and a bitter taste fills my mouth as the pent-up anger pours out of me. The nerve of him! Pretending to be the victim when his treachery had been unfolding right before my eyes this whole time.
I hear him let out a big sigh.
“I’m just… I’m just worried about you,” Logan offers meekly.
“Well, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.”
“You know I still care about you…”
“Do I?” I ask sarcastically.
“Of course I do. You’ve been my best friend for years…”
I tune him out as tears fall. I’ve been waiting weeks for him to show some emotions about our breakup and he chooses now to tell me.
“Yeah, well, you’ve been a shitty friend lately,” I say spitefully.
“I know, babe… I mean… it’s just…” He takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna get going. If you need anything…”
I hang up the phone without saying goodbye.
Fuck Logan. He didn’t deserve another second of my time.
11
ben
The couch is heavier than it looks. Jason leads the way as we maneuver the leather sleeper sofa off the moving truck. Emily pops her head out the door to greet and open the door for us.
“Morning, roomie,” I shout as I pretend that the couch weighs nothing between the both of us. I don’t hear her response as we make our way up the walkway.
We pause in the doorway, setting our load down carefully as we catch our breath. I know it’s heavy if Jason is struggling with it. He’s half a foot taller than me and built like a linebacker. We severely underestimated our ability to deliver our own furniture.
We stare up at the spiraling staircase, both of us wondering how the hell we are going to do it without taking out a chunk of the wall or hurting ourselves. I can’t help but laugh at the situation. Jason looks over at me in confusion.
“Let’s do this.” I tilt my chin at Jason in a move that’s meant to be encouraging. I wipe a hand across my brow at the sweat already gathering there despite the chilly weather.
Emily is hot on our heels as we wind our way up with our heavy cargo. I’m trying my best not to grunt as the couch snags acorner. With some angling, Jason and I are able to get the couch the rest of the way up the stairs.
Emily gestures to where she wants to place the couch, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief that it’s not much further before I can drop the damn thing. Thank goodness it will be a while before I have to move it again. If all goes well, we have at least a year in the apartment before we have to worry about moving.
We place the couch in the corner of the living room, and I wipe my hands on my jeans and turn toward Emily, who is a vision in her tight black leggings and loose top.
“Are you guys good without me? I have to leave in a minute for my hair appointment.” I glance over her face and nod, and she warns me about her ex-boyfriend stopping by with her furniture. “Just tell Logan to leave it in the corner of my bedroom for now.”
“You got it, boss.” I give her a mock salute at her command.
She laughs and turns away. I try not to pay attention to the way her butt looks in those tight pants. It should be illegal to have her prancing around the apartment wearing them. How am I supposed to keep things platonic when I just wanted to take a bite of her perky bottom?
It seems I may have underestimated my attraction to her.
“Dude, you’re in so much trouble,” Jason’s voice breaks through my dirty thoughts.
I shoot him a glare and grab my water bottle. I don’t bother answering him as he chuckles.
