My Mother's Best Friend

three

The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains as I walked into the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling the air.

Sasha was already there, her long hair in a messy bun and a steaming mug in her hands. She turned to me with a sly smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Morning, sis. Ready for another thrilling day in the life of a college student?" I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Good morning to you too, Sasha," I replied, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "And what do you mean by 'thrilling'?"

Sasha leaned against the counter, her gaze intense.

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean. The Kamala situation." I let out a sigh, mentally preparing myself for another round of questioning.

"What about it?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.  

Sasha raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that she's the Vice President of the United States? Or that she's married? Or that you two may or may not have almost kissed?" I groaned, feeling a surge of frustration.

"Can we not talk about this? It's too early for this kind of drama," I said, trying to brush it off. But Sasha wouldn't let it go, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"Come on, Y/N. You can tell me anything. I'm your sister, remember?"

I gave her a look, knowing she was just trying to get me to open up.

"I know, Sasha. But sometimes, it's better to keep certain things to myself," I said, trying to end the conversation.

Sasha's expression softened as she reached out to grab my hand.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, sis. You know how I am. I can't help but worry about you."

I smiled, grateful for her concern.   

"I know, and I appreciate it. But trust me, I can handle myself."

Sasha nodded, but I could tell she wasn't entirely convinced.

"Okay, fine. Let's talk about something else then. What's going on with Kayana?"

I choked on my coffee, trying to hide my surprise. I hadn't expected her to bring up my girlfriend.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

Sasha shrugged, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Is she still in the picture?"

I felt a twinge of guilt, realizing that I hadn't talked to Kayana since the Fourth of July.

I took a deep breath and looked away from her.

"I haven't talked to her since the Fourth," I admitted sheepishly, feeling guilty for neglecting my girlfriend.

"And why not exactly? What's been clouding your brain?" Sasha pressed on, causing me to take another deep breath.

But before I could answer, Sasha's phone rang, saving me from further interrogation. I took the opportunity to slip away and get ready for my day.

I had a meeting with one of the head nurses at the university's hospital, and I didn't want to be late.

As I jammed out to my music in the car, my phone started to ring. "Kayana ❤️‍🔥" flashed on the screen, and my heart skipped a beat.

Kayana and I had met at an AAU basketball game during my junior year of high school. We started off as on-court rivals, and we became best friends that same year. Ever since then, we had been inseparable.