I thank the cashier before walking out, heading towards Blair's dorm building. She texted me that she's on her period and couldn't hang out, so I decided to buy her a bunch of chocolate to help her out a bit.
I walk up to her floor and check the bag, suddenly worrying not everything is in there, but it is. A couple of Hershey bars, a pint of ice cream, and a small stuffed animal that you can heat up to help cramps. I knock on her door, adjusting my hair as I wait.
"One second!" She calls out. Nearly thirty seconds later, she finally opens the door. I feel my stomach drop as I see her, her mouth smeared with lip stick, her neck covered with bites all the way to her tank top line. Her eyes widen as she sees me, buttoning up her pants. "Eve, hey."
"Hey," I whisper, peeking over her shoulder. A tall guy lies on her bed with just pants on, his face red. "What's going on?"
"Uh, not much," She giggles. I look into her eyes and realize she's high, and suddenly smell the weed fumes coming from the room. "What did ya get me?"
Blair reaches out towards the bag but I snatch it back, holding it behind me. Obviously, I'm aware at what's going on. Sure, we're not an official couple, but I thought I felt a real spark between us. And now I understand exactly how Wilbur felt the other night. Karma truly is a bitch. "What the hell, Blair?"
"He's just a friend." She mutters with an eye roll. "You can join, if you want."
"I thought you liked me."
"I do!" Blair grabs my hand. "Come on, you're allowed to hook up with someone else and I'm not?"
I scoff and take my hand away from her. "I'm not hooking up with Wilbur. And it's literally for work. And you knew about it."
"Well, now you know about this."
I just shake my head. "No, now we're done." I turn and head back down the hallway, and I'm not sure what hurts more: her hooking up with that random guy or her not even coming after me. I fight back stupid, useless tears as I walk back to my apartment building, rushing up the stairs and slamming my door once I get inside.
I throw the bag of goodies down on the ground and lie on my couch, immediately pulling my phone out. I call Sofia, which rings for awhile until I'm told by a robot to leave a message. I sigh and just text her to call me when she can. I suddenly get a text from Wilbur.
Wilbur: You okay?
Me: Yeah why?
Wilbur: Heard the door slam, wanted to make sure.
Me: Oh. Just mad. Your hands doing okay?
Wilbur: Uh yeah, I guess. Why are you mad??
Me: 🙃🙃🙃
Me: Walked in on Blair about to fuck some guy. I had bought her a bunch of chocolate and a heating pad shaped like a cat, too.
Wilbur: Oh fuck her Im sorry. :((
Me: I don't like milk chocolate, you want it?
Wilbur: 👀 Yes please. Can I come over rn?
Me: Sure.
A few seconds later, there's a knock. I open the door and sit right back down on my couch, Wilbur sitting next to me with the bag in his lap.
"Aww, I had one of these growing up, I think." He grins at the cat plush before setting it on my lap.
I look over at him as he looks through the bag, admiring the treats. "So, go ahead and say it."
Wilbur gives me a strange look. "Say what?"
"That you were right." I groan and rest my head on the arm of the couch. "She's awful. She said that if I could hook up with you, she could hook up with him."
"Does she think we hooked up?"
I just shrug.
"Well, I'm sorry. I won't be mean, for right now, at least."
"Thanks," I mumble, staring at my powerless TV.
"You... wanna talk about it?"
I shrug again. "I mean, she was the first girl I really liked and had sex with. She's kind of significant, yet she pulls that shit. I was gonna ask her to be my girlfriend when our whole PR stunt was over. I was excited to finally have a relationship that made me happy."
Wilbur wraps his arm around me, pulling my head to his chest. "I'm sorry, Eve. You'll get a good relationship soon, I promise."
"I hope so."
"And maybe that good relationship is closer than you think..."
"Not the time." I mutter, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. I stay leaning against him, though, enjoying the warmth of him and just having someone else near me in general.
He kicks his long legs up onto my coffee table, resting his other hand in his lap. I wrap my arm around his torso as we watch a kid's movie. I honestly love how easily comfortable I am with him now, even if I know we aren't right for each other.
But God, he might just be too hard to resist.
