H.S. Smut : Short Stories

my ex bestfriends ex

I had gone months without thinking about Jules. Jules was my bestfriend. We had known each other since 9th grade and we are now 24. We live 2 hours away from each other now but before our fight we always made dates together once a week.

Her boyfriend at the time, Harry, had caught her cheating...well caught her because I told him she was. She admitted to me she was fucking some random guy she met on tinder. We normally told each other everything but she didn't share with me that she had tinder let alone met someone. So when I found everything out I could help but tell Harry. He didn't deserve that. I loved Jules but I couldn't respect her anymore. She was a horrible person to do that to someone, it made me not trust her, even in our friendship.

She tried fighting me but Harry slammed the front door in her face when she tried rushing past him to me. I was over at his place packing her things for him because he didn't want her to think he was stealing anything or whatever. She was acting crazy. He apparently didn't tell her I was over helping pack her things though because she came by and saw us through the window eating dinner on the floor as we packed boxes. She banged on the door, screaming at us through it. He opened it and she tried rushing past him to me and he just shut the door on her.

He had to call the police because she wouldn't quit kicking and banging on the door. He wasn't letting her in so she was pissed. We finished packing her things and the officers watched her calmly put her things in her car. Giving me the side eye any chance she got. She had messaged me the next day and accused me of sleeping with Harry and calling me a slut and a horrible best friend for sleeping with her boyfriend. I put her in her place, obviously, cause what the fuck.

But now here I am, Jules and I's memories flipping through my mind as I see Harry's name pop up on my phone. He was calling.

"Who's that?" My mom asks as I stand and just stare at his name on my screen with my mouth agape.

"I'll be right back," I sput and walk out on the back porch into the warm air. The breeze cooling my skin perfectly.

I bring the phone to my ear after sliding answer, "hello?"

"Kate?" Harry's voice comes from the speaker.

"Yes, is this Harry?" I reply, taking my lip between my teeth as I cross my feet, leaning over the railing.

"It's so nice to hear your voice. How are you?"

"Yours as well. I'm doing great, visiting my parents in the city right now. How are you?" I reply, his voice sending chills down my spine in anticipation for why he called.

"Oh awesome. I actually happen to be in the city as well visiting my family," I can almost see the smirk on his lips through the phone.

"Well that's a coincidence hm? Why are you calling if I may ask?" I laugh and he does as well, clearing his throat.

"I was wondering if I could see you. I miss you," he says and it makes my breath hitch in my throat.

He had started flirting with me one night about 2 months after him and Jules broke up. We hung out all the time because we had become really good friends. We went to parties together a lot and he had flirted with me at one of them and I told him I felt too uncomfortable to do anything with him. I felt guilty for Jules. She already thought we were fucking while they were together, I've heard it from all her old friends.

"I happen to miss you too," I tease and he clears his throat again, his cheeks surely pink.

"Can I see you possibly...tomorrow?"

"I don't have any plans as far as I know."

"Perfect. I'll pick you up at 6pm. Wear something cute," he chuckles before hanging up and I find myself staring at the ground.