𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟐

ISABELLE

Kane, like me, lost his virginity when he was fifteen. I wanted to spend my first time with someone special and trustworthy, so if I had an option, I'd go with Kane.

Which is what I did. He was apprehensive when I asked, not because he didn't want to have sex, but because he 'didn't want to ruin anything' between us.

I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't worried when I offered this; I was. Our friendship had the potential to make or shatter— and if it broke, it'd be my fault.
Thank God, nothing like that occurred.

We were also each other's first kiss and every other romantic thing you can do with a
person— but it was soley platonic.

I'm glad he's my first everything.

There's no one I trust more, no one I'd rather share my firsts with, than him. Is that weird to think?

So, seeing a girl, a beautiful bombshell, who's wearing clothes that leave nothing to the imagination, sat on Reed's lap, arms around his neck, basically grinding on him, doesn't bother me.

I don't care that his large hands are on sitting perfectly on her waist, his lips near her ear as he whispers, and a rolled cigarette sitting between his fingers— but I know very well it isn't a cigarette.

All of this doesn't bother me. Honestly. We're friends who shared a few firsts, and then we moved on. That's all.

I can't lie and say I've been perfectly supportive of Reed's flings with other girls, because I haven't.

There's was a time when it really bothered me, like the first time I saw him with someone, and I was terrified of losing him to someone else, consumed by the fear he might find someone who can take my place in his life.

Those thoughts would flood my mind— still do— making me anxious and uneasy.

But as time went on, I realised that those fears were fleeting. I learned to trust our friendship, and the bond we share. I know that while we're not romantically involved, his loyalty as my best friend remains unwavering.

So far, he hasn't given me any reason to doubt that, so I won't. I won't question if I'll have a place in his life every time I see him with a girl. A gorgeous girl. It's a comforting thought, the fact he reminds me he'll always be here for me, even if the fear of losing him occasionally creeps back in.

Reed has this talent for never sticking with the same girl. He literally hooks up with them once, and poof, they vanish like a magicians assistant. My best friend is a total man whore.

But honestly, I'm not worried anymore because I know he'll always come home to me. Always.

When I first found out Reed had slept with another girl, it did sting slightly, but I never let it get to me. What good would that do? I think at the time I just didn't like the way I found out. It wasn't by Reed himself, and instead the girl, Scarlett.

She for some reason wanted to shove it in my face, and even if I didn't show it, it worked. I was hurt.

Now, just to clarify, me and Reed aren't friends with benefits— or anything remotely close to it. Sure, we've slept together one to many times— three times to be exact, but after that, we both went out separate ways with other people.