A Nice Guy

7

Things have been back to normal for the most part. Of course, Hazel and I will never be as close as we once were. She screwed that up by fucking with my feelings and leading me on. But we are friends again, and we are able to have normal conversations that don't lead to sex. I miss it, though. Sex with Hazel.

December 5th. I have a new girlfriend now; Anna. She's actually a mutual friend of ours. She's not the prettiest thing I've seen, but god does she have an ass. We've been dating a week and I've fucked her twelve times already. I've even thought about letting her stay at my place, so she never has to leave. But that's moving too fast.

I didn't have to introduce her to everyone, which was nice. But I've learned that she's the extreme jealous type. I try to talk to Hazel whenever I can to repair our relationship, but Anna hates it. She hates Hazel. She swears something has happened between us. I tell her she's fucking crazy. To accuse me and my friend, my married friend, of something like that, she must be on something. I know she doesn't believe me though. But she likes me too much to do anything about it.

Anna likes me so much she ignores her instincts and watches from across the room as Hazel and I have a conversation. It's just that, really, a simple conversation. But she knows something. She can fucking smell it in the air. Crazy bitch.

Hazel looks at me like she used to, before the affair. Like I'm the best friend she could ever ask for. Her eyes sparkle and she smiles at me with so much warmth, like she's showing her gratitude for me being so open to our rekindled friendship. She's lucky I'm a nice guy. That I can forgive and forget everything we've done, and everything she's said, claimed...

"Alex?" She asks, cocking her head to the side. "Where'd you go?" Shit. Was she talking? Did she ask me something? I blink a few times.

"Yeah, sorry, what's up?" I try to laugh it off. Try to make sure everything goes smoothly, this conversation anyways. I'm so bad at conversations now. With Hazel, that is.

She rolls her eyes, like she always does. But she looks so good, it doesn't feel like how it used to; playful. It feels like—no, no. Don't read into it. Don't fuck it up again. "I was asking how you and Anna are doing?" She subtly nods her head in Anna's direction.

Anna looks scary. She's staring at us, pretending to be conversing with friends but I know she's plotting her argument for later. Jotting mental notes; probably the eye roll, us laughing, anything that could be something. I sigh, louder than I wanted to. Loud enough for Hazel to hear. She gives me an apathetic look.

"Yeah, we're good." That's all I give her. It's exhausting, having to deal with Anna sometimes. She knows how long Hazel and I have been friends, we're in the same friend group after all. How pathetic of her to be so jealous. Why are all of my girlfriends so damn crazy?