Chapter 45

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~~~Chad’s P.O.V.~~~

My stomach dropped. Oh shit. Why did I need to speak with Dalia?

“Oh, yeah. Um sure,” I tried to play it cool. It was just my girlfriend’s best friend. No problem right? This would be easy.

“Oh thanks. Let’s go in the sitting room. It’s right over there.” Dalia smiled, walking toward another room.

I was surprise at the size of the home. I had never seen such an exquisite basement.

Dalia and I joined the room, sitting on opposite chairs. I could feel my heart rate increase immensely. I prayed that Dalia hadn’t notice. I wasn’t usually the type of guy who got nervous and I wasn’t about to be.

“So, Chad. This is awkward I know. I apologize,” Dalia giggled, running a hand through her thick hair.

I tried to hold back a smirk. It was something Aubrey would do if she were nervous. It was cute to think they had similar personalities.

“Eh, it’s okay. I think I can handle myself,” I lied.

Dalia rested her hands on her lap. “Okay, good. So I just want to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind? Maybe more in depth as I go along.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“What’s your favorite thing about Aubrey?” Dalia studied me.

I had to take a moment to think. The obvious reason would simply because I just do. Being attracted to Aubrey was almost as easy as breathing. I’d be shocked if anyone guy or girl didn’t like her. She was a very likeable girl.

I knew I adored her laugh, personality, attitude, and well her looks. My absolutely favorite thing about her must be the way she looks at me. Those big beautiful brown eyes glistened when she would stare into my eyes. It was amazing how connected she could make you feel just by holding a stare.

I smiled thinking about her, “I would have to say the way she looks at me. Those beautiful eyes of hers get me every time.”

Damn I sound like a faggot.

“That’s so adorable. Oh my God, Chad. What an adorable thing to say.”

I chuckled, feeling uncomfortable. I had a feeling the whole night I would be interrogated by all her friends. At least I was getting the most important friend out of the way first.

“Okay well that was easy. Tell me about your first kiss.” Dalia grinned.

I wondered if she had a boyfriend. She was so caught up in my relationship I doubted it. Maybe she was just the type of girl who was so in-love with love.

This question made me think. I didn’t exactly memorize little details like that. Something like a kiss was hard to recall though. We’ve shared so many.  I guess I needed to step it up and act like a better boyfriend though.

Finally it clicked. It was our first date. I took her out to that Italian restaurant. When we left, we made out in the car. I was such an asshole to her then it almost hurt to think about it.

“Well, it was our first date. We were in the backseat of my car.” I thought I could feel myself blush. I don’t know why I was being such a puss.

Dalia snickered, “How romantic.”

“It was pretty special. She’s a good kisser.”

Talking and thinking about kissing Aubrey really made me want to kiss her. I wish it wouldn’t be rude to get up and interrupt the conversation she was in and just kiss her. It’d be great to be with her right this second.

“This is so personal but you will learn that I don’t really care about that stuff,” Dalia awkwardly laugh, “Tell me about the time when you slept together.”

I choked. Why the hell would she ask me this? Aubrey had said herself she didn’t want a bunch of people to find out. She was scared people might begin to develop a wrong impression about her.

“She told you?” I raised a curious eyebrow.

“Yes. I want to hear your side though. It always tends to differ from the female perspective.”

“I like it. Not going to lie. I’ve been trying to get with her for a while and when I did it was amazing. I know it was rough on her but I tried my best to be careful.”

“She had a different view.”

My stomach twisted. Aubrey told me she enjoyed herself. If she didn’t like it, I’ll feel beyond horrible.

“Wh-what do you mean she had a different view?” I stuttered.

Pausing, Dalia appeared to thin carefully. She must have been worried to say the wrong thing. “Well you know it was her first time right?”

Saying silent, I nodded.

“It hurt her. Or that’s what she told me. It makes sense though like seriously it was her first time. No one was expecting it to feel good.”

“Yeah I know. But she didn’t like it she did she? Fuck she was crying! I should have stopped.” I tried to shake my head of the memories. Thinking about Aubrey crying over pain that I caused just broke me.

“No, she loved it. You can tell she’s glad she did it.” Dalia tried to reassure me.

“Anyway, How long are you planning on staying with her?” She completely turned the conversation around.

“That’s something I cannot answer.” It was truthful. How the hell was I suppose to know where we would be in let’s say, 4 months from now.

“You’re going to leave her aren’t you?” Narrowing her eyes, Dalia lost her sweet smile.

“Don’t take words out of my mouth. I never said that. I know how you girls work. If you even dare to tell Aubrey, you’ll regret it.” That came out all wrong. I wish I could have been nicer.

“You really are a dick. You know that?”

“We’re going to go there? Really?” I gave her a shameful look. Although I had no room to judge, she still shouldn’t have called me a dick. Dalia didn’t know me well enough to make such a judgment.

“Chad, I know who you are. I know what you’ve done. You don’t have the best reputation for me to believe otherwise. You could feed Aubrey all your shit, I don’t really give a fuck. Trust me though; you will not hurt her. I may act like I like you but it’s only for Aubrey.” Dalia sneered.

I was not expecting this at all. Most girls I met got on well with me. Not always on a sexual attraction but we can always catch a good laugh. Why did Dalia resent me so much? I felt puzzled. “Why exactly do you hate me so much? What have I done?”

“It’s not really what you have done to Aubrey, but what you’ve done in the past.” Dalia dropped her eyes to study the floor.

Oh she knew. My girlfriend’s best friend knows what I did.

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