My Best Friend - Myles Parrish (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3- Date

As we walked in the extravagant restaurant, we were met by a hostess with bleach blond hair and a slight southern accent. "How many today?" She quickly looked up from her notepad at me and my sister, then looked at Myles. She pouted her lips and opened her mouth to speak again. "Let me show you to your seat." We followed behind her, and in my peripheral vision, I saw Myles looking at her ass. A surprising surge of anger burned in my chest, and went just as fast as it came when the hostess left us at our table. I looked at Myles. "She was hot." He said cockily. "You better not bring her home." I scoffed. "But I want to." He half whined. I rolled my eyes at his sleaziness, and put my focus back on my sister. This night was for her and I anyway.

------skip a couple days😜-----

"Hey what do you want for dinner? I could cook something maybe? Or we could get some takeout?" I was laying down on the couch across from Myles, who was typing away on his phone. "Yeah that sounds good." He didn't look up. "Did you even hear me?" I asked him. "Yeah." He replied, still not looking up. "MYLES!" I threw a pillow at him, which got his attention. "What? Calm down." He said in defense. "Well you're not listening to me. I said what do you want for dinner." I said, exasperated. "Oh. Whatever you want." He shrugged and went back to his phone. I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen. Ever since last week when he got that hostess', Stella, number, he's been texting her nonstop. I looked in the fridge and pulled out some chicken breast and Alfredo sauce in a jar. I got out a pot and put water in it to boil. As I waited for that to boil, I got a text from my coworker, Sherri.
Hey Lana, can you fill in for me at work tomorrow? You'll get my extra pay, please it would be doing me a huge favor.🙏
I rolled my eyes, but I guess I could use the extra money.
Okay sure.
I locked my phone and put the noodles in the water. Taking the chicken out of the oven, I put the sauce in a pan to heat it up and put the chicken in it. I sighed and leaned on the counter. I feel like I'm the only one who contributes in this house. Yeah, Myles works, but that it. I cook, I clean, I worry about groceries, and I pay most of the bills. I really need him to help out sometimes. Just as the oven beeped, Myles walked in the kitchen. "Are we busy tomorrow?" He asked. "I have work tomorrow until 5. Why?" I looked at him and bit my cheek. "I'm going on a date with Stella." He bit his lip and leaned on the counter.
I set down the spoon I was using, taken back by his words. "Myles Blake Parrish. Going on a date. Since when?" I asked, looking directly at him now. "Well, I really like Stella." He smiled as he said that, and I felt myself getting mad for some reason. "Wow." Was all I said. " I know we just met, but I like her a lot. We are so in tune with each other. We like and dislike the same things, were never at a loss of conversation. She might just be the one for me Lana." He chuckled, his eyes lighting up when he said that last sentence. "That's what you said about Kayla." I mumbled, immediately regretting saying what I said. His face fell and he looked down. "Shes not like that bitch." He said with no emotion. I didn't say anything, and he walked back out into the living room. I prepared our plates and took his to him. "Thanks." Was all he said. I decided to eat in my room. I sighed heavily as I ate, thinking about this "date" Myles is going on. I'm not exactly sure why I'm mad about it. Maybe I just don't want another Kayla episode to happen and fuck him up again. Yeah, that's it.