Between His Eyes

FAKE FRIENDS

Geneva spotted Kyra waiting near the hotel entrance. Her best friend looked angry and worried at the same time. Kyra ran over and pulled her into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, Geneva,” Kyra said. “I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them. Are you okay?”

Geneva shook her head. Fresh tears wanted to come, but she pushed them back. “I need to see it myself. Let’s go, please”..

The two girls walked quickly to the elevator. Geneva’s hands were in fists. Her heart felt like it was breaking all over again with every step. The photo kept flashing in her mind. Jules and Aretha. Her boyfriend and her quiet best friend.

They reached the room number Kyra had seen. As they got closer, strange sounds came from behind the door. Moaning. Loud moaning. A man’s deep groans and a woman’s high cries.

“Oh my God,” Kyra whispered. “They’re still at it.”

Geneva felt sick. That was Jules’s voice. The same voice that used to call her “baby.” Now he was inside her best friend. The pain in her chest was so sharp she could hardly breathe.

“They’ve really been doing this since our anniversary night?,” she asked herself. “While I waited with roses and candles, he was screwing her.”

Kyra looked at her. “Are you sure you want to see this?”

Geneva nodded. Kyra knocked on the door and changed her voice to sound sweet and normal.

“Cleaning services, please!” she called in a low tone.

They heard movement inside. The moaning stopped. After a few seconds, the door opened a little. Jules stood there with only a towel around his waist. His hair was messy. His face was red and sweaty. And under the towel, it was clear he was still thick and hard.

His eyes went wide when he saw Geneva.

“Geneva? What the f**k are you doing here?”

Before he could say another word, Geneva stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. The sound was loud. His head snapped to the side.

“You bastard!” she shouted.

Kyra pushed past him into the room. Aretha was on the bed, naked and trying to cover herself with the sheet. Her eyes were big with shock.

“You b***h!” Kyra yelled. She rushed over and grabbed Aretha by the hair. “My best friend trusted you! How could you do this?”

Kyra started hitting Aretha. Slaps and punches landed while Aretha screamed and tried to fight back. The sheet fell off. Both girls were rolling on the bed in a mess of hair pulling and shouting.

Jules grabbed Geneva’s arm. “Stop this! Get out!”

Geneva yanked her arm free. Her hand stung from the slap, but she did not care. “Why, Jules? Why did you do this to me? And not with some random girl, with my f*****g best friend Aretha!”

Jules’s face turned ugly with anger. He wiped blood from his lip where her slap had cut him. “Because I love her more! Aretha actually makes me feel like a man. You? You mean nothing to me. Nothing!”

The words hit Geneva harder than any slap. She felt like someone punched her in the stomach.

“You love her?” she whispered, then screamed. “We’ve been together for a whole year! I planned everything for our anniversary. The hotel, the roses, the cake, I waited for you all night!”

Jules laughed in a mean way. “Waited? Yeah, like you always wait. Who the hell dates for one year without giving s*x to her boyfriend? You held on to your stupid virginity like it was gold. I got tired of waiting, Geneva. Aretha gives me what I need. She doesn’t act like a stuck-up little girl.”

Every word felt like a sharp cut. Geneva’s eyes filled with hot tears. “I trusted you! I loved you! I thought you respected me for waiting. And all this time you were sleeping with my best friend behind my back?”

Aretha was crying now while Kyra kept shouting at her. “You fake b***h! Always acting quiet and nice. Calling Geneva to ask how her day went while you were f*****g her man!”

“Get them out!” Aretha screamed at Jules. “Baby, please!”

Jules pushed Geneva toward the door. “Get the f**k out, both of you! This is between me and Aretha now. You were just a waste of time, Geneva. Take your stupid virginity and your drama somewhere else.”

He shoved Kyra too. Kyra tried to hit him, but he was stronger. He pushed both girls out into the hallway. Geneva almost fell.

“You asshole!” Kyra yelled. “You’re going to regret this!”

Jules stood there protecting Aretha, who was now hiding behind him. His towel was almost slipping. “We’re done, Geneva. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. I never loved you. It was just convenient until someone better came along.”

The door slammed shut in their faces. Geneva stood frozen in the hallway. The sounds of Jules comforting Aretha came through the door. Soft voices. Kisses maybe.

Kyra put an arm around her. “He’s trash. They both are. I’m so sorry, Gen”

Geneva could not speak at first. Her cheek was wet with tears. The slap on Jules’s face still burned on her hand, but the pain in her heart was a thousand times worse.

“I gave him everything,” she thought. “My time, my love, my trust. I even almost did something stupid because of the pain he caused me yesterday. And he says I meant nothing? That my waiting was stupid?”

She started crying hard. Big, loud sobs right there in the hotel hallway. Kyra hugged her tight.

“Come on,” Kyra said softly. “Let’s get you out of here. You don’t need them. We’ll eat ice cream and curse their names all night.”

But Geneva kept staring at the closed door. The moans had started again inside the room. They did not even wait for them to leave.

“f**k you, Jules!” Geneva shouted at the door. “f**k you and your fake love! I hope she cheats on you too! I hope your heart is scattered into pieces!” She sobbed more.

Kyra pulled her away. “That’s my girl. Let it out.”

As they walked down the hallway, Geneva felt something change inside her. The heartbreak was still there, big and heavy. But now anger was growing too. Real anger.

She had lost her virginity to a stranger because of these two people. She had cried alone in that decorated room. And they were here laughing and moaning like she never mattered.

“I will never let anyone treat me like nothing again,” she promised herself silently. “Never.”

But deep down, the pain was still winning. Her first love and her best friend, both gone in the worst way possible.