GIRLFRIEND // B.E

seven.

•billie•

it's now nearing the end of october.

me and zayda have been friends for a little over two months now. we've gotten considerably closer. we hang out a lot, usually at my place. she'll even come over just to nap and cuddle.

i'm definitely not complaining though.

also during the past month, she tends to blush more at my words or what i do. it's cute as hell. i can tell that whatever she feels for me is definitely not platonic.

she's still with her girlfriend though, unfortunately.

recently though, she's kinda opened up and went on small rants about her girlfriend. she won't say too much about her or what she's done, but she'll say things like "she's just so annoying sometimes" or something along the lines of that.

it sucks that they're having problems; for zayda at least. from my end though, as selfish as it is, i can't help but hope they break up.

honestly, it pisses me off that zayda even has to complain about her girlfriend. she deserves to be treated right.

i'd treat her so good if she just gave me a chance.

i let out a sigh as i glanced around. atticus had convinced me to come to some party with him. he had stayed with me for a while, but had went off with some dude.

i'm gay and even i could see how attractive the guy was; good on atti.

i looked over to the corner of the living room, where there was a game of beer pong going on. zay and leila were on one side of it, while there was some dude and, judging by their body language, his girlfriend on the other side.

i watched as z tried to throw the ball into one of the cups. she missed, and an adorable pout formed on her lips while her shoulders slumped.

leila then whispered something in zayda's ear and kissed the side of her head. whatever she had said, made zay smile.

i diverted my eyes as i rolled them. i went to take a sip from my drink, though stopped as i realized it was empty. i sighed.

it was only a canned coke, but still.

honestly, i don't care for drinking or anything. i don't need a xanny to feel better or alcohol to have fun.

i walked to the kitchen, and i tossed my can into the trash can. i scanned the room once more before deciding to just lean against the counter as i pulled my phone out of my pocket.

i snapped a few people back, though i left most of them on delivered. most of the people on my snap are people that i can't stand, yet i can't be bothered to go through the trouble of un-adding them and having them get mad or upset that i did.

i scrolled through instagram for a bit. i went through my explore page and followed a few people.

should i stop following people just because i find them attractive? probably, but i won't.

it wasn't long of me scrolling through instagram before atticus walked up to me. he gave his usual, goofy grin as he held his hand out for our handshake.

"have you even washed your hands yet?" i raised a brow as i grabbed the very edge of his hoodie sleeve to move his hand from my face. "nasty ass."

"i have," he assured with a small huff. "sheesh."

i sat up on the counter as i looked at him. "so? how'd it go?"

"amazing," his eyes widened. "i got his number." he smirked.