THE DARE | BWWM 18+ (editing)

i - game on

"So there she was, laying on my bed, her body wrapped with my sheets, with my love bites all over her skin. God, she's so beautiful. How can one person be so beautiful? Everything about her makes me feel alive, and I've never felt this way about anyone before. Is this what love feels like? Fuck. I think I'm in love with her."

- Leo

I R I S

__________________

~A few months earlier~

My phone rings again for the tenth time tonight. I keep pushing the power button, but this is getting really annoying. I pick up my phone and check the time. 2:45 AM. Who the fuck is calling me this late? I am about to put my phone down when my best friend's name pops up on the screen. I guess I found the culprit. I pick up and the first thing she does is sniffle. Something is wrong.

"Hey Mari, what's wrong?" I question.

No answer. She's just crying, and I can't help but feel sad for her. Amari and I have been friends since we were in the second grade when I first moved to Washington. We were the only two black girls in our class, so we automatically became best friends. We have a lot in common, and every time I am with her, it is a good time. We stayed best friends all throughout our lives leading up to high school. So when I told her I wanted to move to New York for college, she didn't even hesitate to offer to come with me.

After high school, we moved to New York together. She went to NYU to study law, and I attended FIT for fashion. We graduated last summer, and she is now doing law school online while working at a firm, and I am working as a celebrity stylist. We aren't crazy rich, but we are making good money. A lot more than the rest of people our age.

"Come on, talk to me. You called me for a reason. I can tell that something's wrong, so just tell me."

"He's cheating on me, Iris. God, I feel so stupid," she finally replies.

Fucking Jordan.

Back in 10th grade, we started to date brothers. Jordan and Kyle. She dated Jordan, and I dated Kyle. Kyle was not the person I thought he was. A lot of things happened between us that honestly turned me off to relationships. So after we broke up, I swore off relationships. It's not like I'm still attached to Kyle, I just don't want to go through that trauma and get hurt again. I'd rather just make money, and be alone. But I thought Jordan was different. He would always get her flowers, and he even asked her to prom in front of the entire school. Even after we moved, they still made a long-distance relationship work. I guess it worked until now. Fuck, she must be so heartbroken.

"No way, what happened? You guys were great together. He treated you like a queen."

"Ugh. I asked him where he was because he hasn't been replying all day and he told me he was in his room. But for some reason, I didn't believe him. So, I asked him to send me a picture, and he did. But I don't think he realized it was a live photo, and when I pressed it, there was a girl next to him in her underwear. She wasn't even wearing her bra," she starts to sob.

Ugh, I hate men. Why do they always hurt the girls who actually care about them?

"I screen-recorded it and sent it to him, and he had the audacity to say that it was fake and that I had nothing to worry about. We were together for almost 7 years Iris. My heart hurts," she cries.

I really hate men.

"I'm so sorry to hear that babe. Please stop crying okay? I'll drive over right now, and we can talk about it until you feel better," I reply.