Alegría | Bartra

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Day eighteen

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Mariella ends the skype call and as soon as Cecilia's face disappears from the screen, I already miss her again; her beautiful smile, the twinkle in her eyes, the cute dimples on her cheek-

"We still have plenty of time left, haven't we?" the girl that claims to be Cecilia's best friend realizes after a quick look on her watch.

"Yeah, do you have any suggestions?" I ask, my mind and thoughts somehow being overseas by my girlfriend.

"We could watch a movie, I love movies!" Mariella tells me excited and claps into her hands like a three-year old.

I nod absently and raise from the bed, walking over to the shelf where all my films are located at.

"What do you like best; comedy, action or horror?"

"Horror is my absolute favourite" Mariella decides and makes herself comfortable on my bed as I start the movie.

Madison County starts to play and I sit down next to Mariella who rests her head on my shoulder immediately.

It's not like the gesture would bother me; we are only friends and the American knows it just as well as I do because Cecilia is my priority, the most wonderful person in my life.

I sigh and watch the person with the pig mask on stabbing and chasing people as Mariella cuddles closer and closer to me the bloodier and more terrifying it gets.

"Marc, I am scared" she whispers into my chest, covering her eyes with her small hands.

"You don't have to be, it's only a movie" I try to reassure her and look down to her but she's already glancing at me with a horrid expression on her face.

"Thank you Marc" Mariella mumbled before she suddenly leans in and our lips connect softly.

What the hell are you doing Marc, kissing your girlfriend's best friend?

I pull away immediately, wiping my mouth with the hem of my shirt.

"I am sorry"

"I think it would be the best if you just go" I tell her harshly and stand up, feeling disgusted towards Mariella and myself.

You cheated on your girlfriend.

Cecilia was right about Mariella, she always was.

"I am incredibly sorry" the girl repeats over and over again as she ties the laces of her shoes, about to leave the house. "I will text you yeah?"

I don't react to her pathetic tries to make the situation less awkward but slam the door shut right when she steps out of my apartment, screaming in frustration as soon as the door closes.

Sliding myself down the wall opposite to the frontdoor, anger comes over me; anger towards myself, towards Mariella, towards the whole complicated situation and how the things went.

I can't tell her one little thing about that, she's going to hate me...

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Day nineteen

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The bags under my eyes are the perfect reflection of how my night passed by; sleepless, full of guilt and anger and the normal feeling of craving Cecilia.

I didn't bring myself to text Cecilia again that day, I couldn't tell her how everything was 'fine' when the truth is that her best friend is probably the ugliest, two-faced liar ever and I did nothing to prevent her from seducing me.