Ditching Greek | editing

16| Don't Go

"So, what exactly happened that night of the party?" Monica asked the morning of the bonfire. She was scrambling eggs in our kitchen while Hazel sat at the table, smearing cream cheese to her toasted bagel.

I walked over to the hissing coffee maker and grabbed a red mug to pour myself a cup. As much as I dreaded having this conversation with the girls, I knew I needed to suck it up and tell them.

I was lucky enough for them to have not asked me while we were leaving the party, or even for the past two days. Now it seemed like that same luck was nowhere to be found and I was left to fend for myself.

"If it wasn't obvious," I sighed, adding sugar and cream to the coffee, "I caught Amy and Clyde....uh, getting a little too familiar with each other upstairs."

Hazel gasped. "At the party?"

"No, Hazel, on the moon," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Of course I mean at the party. Where else would've I saw them?" I take the seat next to her. "If it was possible, I'd like to erase the entire thing out of my head, better yet," I chipper, "I'd rather erase Clyde out of my memory."

"Oh that's not going to be easy," Hazel scoffed, "He was all over you--I mean with the way he was looking at you, I doubt that's something you can just play off as nothing. I think you only choice you've got is like be a nun or something after being with a guy like that." She dropped her bagel on her plate, half eaten. "Who cares though? It's not like he's your Alan or anything."

I choked on my coffee. "He's not my what?"

"You know, your Alan," she said a second time as if that supposed to make sense. She sat back in her seat and looks dead at me, "Haven't you seen that Friends episode where Monica finally gets a guy that her friends love? And then her friends say how he's going to be the guy other guys she dates will have measured up to in comparison...well, that's who Brandon is. Everyone likes him, even your family. He'd be your Alan. Which also means Clyde can't be your Alan."

"Well, why don't you just twist that knife of regret and guilt in me one more time?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "C'mon Hazel. You know I feel bad about cheating. I don't need my best friends reminding me how awful I am for doing what I did."

"Ah-ha, no wait I was wrong!" She exclaimed. "Brandon is your Barry!" She grinned widely. "He's the guy you should logically go for...you just don't love him."

I rolled my eyes. "Stop trying to make sense out of my love life with Friend's characters."

She eased into her seat and took a big bite out of bagel, keeping her mouth shut. It was funny at first how she mentioned Friends all the time.

Nowadays it worried us. It was like we were all this sitcom to her, bursting with laughter and funny puns.

Monica and I both stared at her with the oddest expression until Monica spoke, breaking the silence.

"That's just awful," Monica sighed and went to find a plate for her eggs. "How did you find them anyway? Were you just looking for the restroom or something?"

"Ooh, that's happened to me before!" Hazel confessed.

"Really? How?" I asked.

"Oh wait," she caught herself, "no, no, I'm confusing your situation with when I ran into my parents having sex." She shivered at the thought and took another bite of her bagel. "Go on with your story, 'bela."

Taking another sip of the coffee, I braced myself for whatever would come out of Monica's mouth after I told the both of them. Hazel, I wasn't so worried about. It was Monica that I was freaking out about. But after I divulged on all the details, I couldn't help but feel better, despite my fear.