My Girlfriend's Ex (StudxStud)

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Liberty

For the rest of the day, I ignored Beatrix and text my friends on my phone, so that my best friend could get the message: you have to earn my trust back.

Beginning with who she really is.

It was around seven when she walked past the couch for the fifth time in front of the TV.

"You got sumin you wanna say?" I rose an eyebrow at her, pausing the show that I couldn't even see.

"Why you mad at me? We both have done some pretty corny shit in our lives," she stated.

"I can't trust you if I don't know shit about you."

"You never had a problem not knowing shit about me when I became your best friend for months. Why the difference after we had sex and you need my help with something? Suddenly, you wanna know everything about me?"

"Don't make me out to seem desperate. I'm really not. I just want to know who the fuck I'm dealing with. I mean, all of a sudden, you're telling me you're finna handle some drug dealer and the Beatrix that I knew before wouldn't do that. So what Beatrix are you?"

"The strong Beatrix," she stated.

"I don't believe there's a strong Beatrix. Or, a weak one for that matter," I stood up off the couch, "I just think there's the Beatrix that's inside. The one who's trying to say satisfy her inner eleventh grader that wants nothing more in the world than to be this strong, undefeated woman that just doesn't exist in this world. In this reality."

Beatrix looked away from my face.

"I'm right. I know it," I nodded.

"Shut up. And give me a hug."

We hugged each other, standing in the middle of Beatrix's living room. "Can we like, redo our whole friendship? Start new," I laughed.

"First, I have to lose feelings," she looked down at me, tipping my chin up.

Butterflies tumbled through my stomach.

"Then I guess we both have a lot that we need to resist then, huh?" I asked her.

Beatrix chuckled, moving away and pulling down the edge of her boxers through her sweats. "I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, wayyy before my shift. I'm handling some...business," she held my gaze, "and you're going to stay here."

So she had no problem conveying that she was doing more than what she was telling me...but she doesn't want to outright say what it is. I searched her face, squinting as I tried to figure this girl out.

"Don't worry if you see the same cars passing by," she told me casually, walking towards the stairs, "I know some people who are making sure Chad isn't in a mile radius of this place."

"And all these people...they're willing to do these favors for you," I tilted my head. "Just like that."

"Just like that," she threw me a grin over her shoulder.

I watched Beatrix walk up to her bedroom, knowing that tomorrow I'd follow her.

And find out who my best friend really is.

I was "asleep" on the couch. With my eyes opened.

I had my back to Beatrix, the cover pulled over my head, already dressed and listening as my best friend bustled around the house. She thought I was still knocked out from watching Family Feud all night, but in reality, I was just waiting on her departure to make my next move.