Episode4
1366 Words
YAS
Laying on the bed, I consider Mila's words as they play on repeat in my head.
I let out a deep breath.
Why is this such a tough decision to make?
Dian is my best friend, and he has a girlfriend. Even though she is not my ideal choice, I like to see him happy.
Why am I even thinking about this?
He is not interested in me, and neither am I in him.
I suck in my teeth, wiping my face with my palms.
It’s Mila’s fault for filling my head with this gibberish.
What if he actually pulls back on his decision in leaving Rhea? I know I won’t be able to hold back my opinions.
Watching him with her will drive me nuts…
I exhale a deep breath. There’s no need to worry about that. Dian is a grown man, and can make his own decisions. He doesn’t need me to coddle him.
The sound of the creaking bathroom door pulls my attention. I look to find Mila walking out with a towel wrapped around her, and another on her head.
“Why are you gawking?” She asks, dropping the towel from my hands. “Don’t tell me you’re considering being a lesbian?” She teases, with a sly smile.
I roll my eyes, looking away.
“I would love that, you know.” She continues, “Only that I know I don’t have what it takes to fight off both Aiden, and Dian.”
“You have nothing to worry about. I’m not a lesbian.”
“If you say so,” she shrugs, pulling her cupboard open.
I watch as she selects the pair of clothes she desires.
Do lesbians have an easier romantic life?
My brows knit up. At that moment I realize I have never actually heard Mila talk about her love life. The focus has always been on me.
“Who are you talking to right now?” I ask,
Mila turns around, “me?” She points to herself,
“Yes.”
She looks around for a second. “Are you hallucinating? We are here alone, and I’m not with the my phone.”
“No. That’s not what I mean.” I slap my forehead, “What I meant is, who are you actively talking to? Do you even have a girlfriend?”
“Yas, are you sure you don’t have a crush on me?”
“I’m serious, Mila. We’ve been friends for two years, and roommates for one. I’ve never heard you speak of any girl at all. Isn’t there someone you like? Or someone that likes you?”
“There are a lot of girls who dream of my face between their legs at night.” She responds, pulling a top over her head.
“Is there anyone you dream of?”
“Hmm… let me think.”
I watch her walk towards her reading table. It is obvious she’s holding out, and making me wait on purpose.
“I’m waiting…”
“I have a girlfriend.” She finally responds,
“How did I not know that?”
“Because it doesn’t matter.” She answers, pulling her laptop open.
“It does. I’m supposed to know your girlfriend! Who is she?”
“Babes, it really doesn’t matter. You don’t have to know her.” She speaks in a low tone,
Her shoulders drop, as she boots the laptop.
“Is everything alright?” I ask, getting off the bed.
“Uh, yes.”
“You’re avoiding the topic of your girlfriend. Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Hm.
“She’s not out of the closet, is she?”
Her eyes nearly bulge out of their socket at my question. That’s all I need to know.
I tap her shoulder gently. “It’ll work out. Don’t worry about it.”
I walk away, heading towards my table.
My phone buzzes yet again.
Seeing Aiden’s name on the screen sends my heart into a spiral.
I stare at the icon for what feels like forever.
I could mess this up…
No. He’s probably not calling for anything serious.
I slide the icon towards the right.
“Hello,” I say into the phone,
“Hi. Are you in your dorm?”
“Um, yes. What’s up?” I scratch my elbow,
“Nothing serious. I want to drop something off, and I was hoping to see you for a while.”
I could go… It’s not something serious.
It’s not like I have agreed to be his valentine or anything.
“Alright. Once you’re here, just let me know.”
“I’ll actually be done in five minutes. Could you be out by then?”
“Sure.”
“Thank you.”
The call ends at that.
“Who was that?” Mila’s voice pulls me from my trance.
I turn to her. “Aiden.”
“Okay…” her face breaks into a smile, “why are we in communication with him?”
“It’s nothing serious,” I tap my phone on my palm, “We just want to see for a few minutes.”
“You should probably get dressed.” She nudges her chin,
Her eyes twinkle with approval.
“It’s not anything serious.” I repeat,
I don’t know who I am trying to convince. Her or me.
I don’t know what to wear.
I pick out a black skirt. Too bland.
My next option is a light blue dress. It’s a low cut dress.
I pull it out completely. A little cleavage never hurt anyone.
As soon as I am done dressing, I apply a brown lip liner, highlighting the pink shade of my lips.
“Are you sure it’s nothing serious?” Mila asks in her playful tone,
I grab my body spray. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Hm.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t say anything further.
I walk out the room.
Aiden said I would meet him right beneath the oak tree, and he was right.
From a distance, I can see him in a cream colored shirt.
He seems to be conversing with a different person.
Should I walk up to them?
I take a step forward.
Right on cue, he turns towards me.
I hasten my steps towards him.
“I’ll see you later,” I hear him telling the man next to him.
“Hi,” I give a slight wave.
“Hey,” he pulls his hands out of his jacket. “You look really beautiful.”
I cat he’ll but smile. “Thank you.”
“I got something for you,”
It is at that moment my eyes catch the bench behind him.
He picks up the bouquet of lilies, and hands them over. “They’re for you.”
I stare at the lilies, absolutely dumbstruck. “How do you know I love lilies?”
“Mila spilled.” He confesses,
“She suggested hydrangeas, but it was short notice.”
Of course she had something to do with this.
“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
“You’re welcome. Can we sit for a while?”
I nod.
He clears up the space for me to take up space. Sitting next to each other, I study his facial features. The long lashes, sharp jaw line, and the way his eyes flicker as he studies the environment. They eventually land on me.
“Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?” He asks, f*****g a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I nod. “You have.”
“Permit me to say it one more time. You brighten up every room you set foot in.”
My cheeks blush pink.
“Tell me about your day,”
“Well, I had like six classes today…”
As I continue to speak, his eyes never divert from my face. His attention is focused.
“That’s the elective type chose?” He asks mid sentence.
For every story, there’s a question.
I let myself absorb the moment. Aiden isn’t that bad of a person.
Maybe I should listen to Mila’s advice…
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