Burying the Hatchet (COMPLETED)

Scandalous

“I’m sorry about last time Ray, it’s just that I don’t like guys who are too clingy.” Trei was fiddling with Fray’s shirt as she wrapped herself unto him. “But I know better now. Your feelings about me, Z told me.” She pulled herself closer to him in a spooning position.

Fray shove her hand off his neck-disgusted, “There you go again, mentioning other men when you’re supposed to be focused on me. We both know that Z is not serious about you like he claims to be. He loves his pocket more than women.” He trails off obviously fuming with jealousy.

Trei then hugs him from the back then shoving her hand straight to his boxers. “What does a woman have to do with a man like you?” Hearing him slightly groan at the sensation he’s feeling brought a triumphant smile on her face. Staring straight at Eli as if challenging her. Fray was about to look but she then kissed him as distraction.

‘I should definitely learn a thing or two from her. How do guys like that kind of woman?’

‘Men like what other men want, that’s the rule of the thumb.’

Gab silenced Eli’s questions with the obvious answer and he was right. She was still a novice when it comes to the world of adulthood. Not even scratching the surface yet.

When she saw them going all out by the stairs, she retreated to her room. Though the walls were not thick enough to muffle their moans. Which totally gets to her more than she wants it to be. Her temper gets the best of her like most girls her age have.

“This is just a phase it will pass, it’s just a crush nothing more and nothing less. So crush those feelings early in the game. Eli, you stupid girl.” Then she dove into her bed to seek a bit of comfort. “A bed warmer indeed.” Pity glazing the last sentence.

     Her imagination runs wild hearing them still in the other room. In utter annoyance she just grabbed the nearby pillow and covered her ears, tossing and turning until she finally grew tired trying and fell asleep.

***

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

‘They’re still going at it? It’s been three hours. If she can fool around, why not bang the president instead? to end all this. They would make quite a couple.’

‘Eli it’s normal to get jealous, you know. Whether you admit it or not.’

Gab butts in her head teasing the young woman.

‘I am not! What for?’

     Gab takes form visible only in her eyes. Like a ghost who only chooses to be seen by her. He has that radiant emerald green undercut hair. Stands at six feet that would seem towering if he was not an mere AI. Wearing a long brown trench coat layered with a cream sweater and a coffee-colored knitted scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. Strutting his black fitted pants scrunched over the knee and custard combat boots.

'Denial is the first sign of love and you clearly are affected my dearest Eli.'

     He touches the tip of her nose as if finishing the last part of a spell casts on her. While the latter scrunches her nose acting all defensive.

“I am not already handled him earlier.”

      Eli tossed from her bed and glued her ear against the wall. With the advancement of technology, one can easily program a room to be soundproof. But as things play out, it seems that they are doing it on purpose. Indirectly inviting the person on the other side of the room to eavesdrop on them. Not even bothering to hide their malice.  As both continued with their chitchat, she realized the man Trei’s playing with is not Fray anymore but Zane.

“It’s funny how he told me you love your pocket more than women, I’m glad he was wrong.”

“Get him credit for it, he almost got half of it right. But I love it more when women fills my pocket. Now you can totally tie him down for good.

‘Traitors!’

“You naughty boy. I’ll punish you.” 

Trei prodded while Eli lost the interest to imagine, whatever she does to Zane while saying those words in a seductive tone. With her reputation, Trei has a vast set of options.

   She had enough of it, though she thinks Fray is an a** at times but he doesn’t deserve to be treated like sh*t. Not just by anyone but his own best friend and the woman he adores. She can’t even begin how disgusted and disappointed she is with Trei and Zane. Eve if she had less expectations about them in the first place.

‘Ray, Trei said she needs you in her room now!’

Message Sent

    After ten minutes the other room was in total riot. Fray barged in and caught the two red handed. Still in bed and half-naked. At the sight of Fray his friend abruptly grabs his shirt hanging from a lamp shade. Furious enough he grabbed Zane and punched him from the bed. Landing on the floor he’s on top of him still punching him. On the other hand Trei is frantic to cover her body with sheets. Other men from REVIVAL rushed and stepped in to pacify them but to no avail they’re just pushed aside.

    One message and the seed of doubt is all it takes to destroy somebody for life. Gossip fly fast given the convenience of technology.  A crowd then starts to build up outside of their room. Curious onlookers buzzing like bees as if one involved is not their founder. No matter what the era, humans remain curious for all the wrong reasons at the wrong time.

“I treated you like a brother,” Fray catching his breath still holding on to Zane’s threadbare white t-shirt. It even ripped a bit due to the force from Fray’s grip, “how can you do this to me Z?”

His knuckles turning white while his lips are trembling still can’t believe what he sees.

Zane spit a few blood before he retorted, “No you didn’t. I was nothing but a slave to you. Babysitting your a** ever since you decided to run away from home. All for what? Proving a point?” Leaving the other cold from his merciless words. It seems like yesterday they were best friends but now they are mere strangers.

Fray punched him some more. “I did that because he was a selfish prick and so are you?” 

He just laughed it off. “You’re twenty-two and still a spoiled brat to the core. Not even three years of playing abandoned and homeless can change that. You’re just chasing a phantom. Can’t you see? Trei’s just toying with us.” Zane is unfeeling as he said in the last sentence.

“Enough! All of you get out!” She lunged at them with so much humiliation.

Eli squeezed into the crowd. “Right back at you b*tch!” Walking away right after as the sole victor with a smile pasted on her face.

***

“Your expression back there was priceless, ” she giggles.

“Go ahead and rub it in. It doesn’t hurt enough.” Sarcasm hanging on his tone.

“How does it feel like having a taste of your own medicine? I’ve been meaning to tell you this but I thought you already knew-”

Fray cut her off, “What?”

“The reason why my blood is curdling every time I see Zane. He’s twisted.”

Brows arched he slightly punched her by the shoulders. “We all are.” Then he stared blankly into space.

Her eyes widened telling him she’s serious. He just shrugs his shoulders in reply and let her be.

“He’s a traitor. The same feeling I felt, when I saw you and Trei french kissing as I woke up. The stunt earlier was a payback for punching me.”

“I shudder to imagine how twisted you are too? Better prepare my last will,” Fray grinned a little. Savoring the lousy joke he said after the ruckus earlier.

She elbowed him this time, “Kidding aside, I know that most of these connections aren’t real. We all have our motives and secrets to protect but I honestly did it for you. Somehow you needed that wake up call, to realize that she's never gonna love you.”

“From now on, I’ll hold you liable for this then.” He points to his chest where his heart resides.

Hearing that, something inside her lit up. A sense of euphoria she felt for the first time. She’s not an expert on love but maybe it’s more than just a crush as Gab puts it. How a mere AI can explain that and she can’t? is puzzling either. He just stocks up information but can’t feel them. Yet sometimes due to Gab’s very sophisticated coding system, she might think he does feel something. Her shoulder to cry on when it counts the most. Noting how she programmed his appearance to her ideal man. A figment of her imagination from a number of games and movies. Which relatively depends on her mood swings. By that it shifts often.