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(Imagine #3) Betrayal

Part Two for lilli_lu

It was almost four o'clock by the time I was in front of the apartment door. I took a deep breath, hoping not to find a girl straddling a half naked Billy. I twisted the knob and was immediately greeted by complete silence. That's weird. Usually Billy's blasting Guns N' Roses music. I shrugged it off, slipping off my shoes and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a mug from a cabinet and poured some coffee. Since no one was home, I could just sit in bed and relax with a book. I sighed in happiness as I trotted up the stairs. As I passed the bathroom I shared with Billy, I smelled a strong perfume. That wasn't mine. I walked to the bathroom, trying to identify the smell, but it was unrecognizable. Maybe Billy had one of his one-night-stands over this morning. I shook my head, gripping my coffee mug in my cold hands. I walked past Billy's bedroom, which was surprisingly open. Billy never left his room open! I never even got to see it until now. I gawked at the sight. To my surprise, it was actually somewhat clean! He had his bed made with his Spider-Man pillows; Gibson guitars were placed on the wall; a black desk neatly filed against a wall. I walked towards the desk to see a picture frame facing the wrong way. I reached out to turn it, but part of my conscience was telling me that Billy would kill me if he found out I was in his room.

After five minutes of a debate in my head, I let my hand take over and it turned the picture. It was a picture of me. Why me? I studied the picture. It was me when he shoved a piece of cake in my mouth during my sixteenth birthday when his parents forced him to feed me some cake. I chuckled at the memory but then got confused as to why he would have it on his desk. I placed the picture back on the desk on the exact same place he had it. I looked around one more time before sitting on his bed. I admired the way he placed his Jimi Hendrix posters on his ceiling and his organized CD rack that he wouldn't let anyone touch.

I was almost out the door until I saw a shirtless Billy. I jolted from shock as he shoved me out.

"What the hell were you doing in my room?" Billy asked as he started frantically searching for something.

"Nothing," I lied. "Looking for something?" I asked as he started to search through his desk drawer, shoving things everywhere. I took a sip of my coffee.

"I know this might sound weird," he dropped everything that was in his hands, "but, could I borrow a condom?" I was shocked at his question. Why would he need one now?

"Why do you need one now?" I countered.

"Uh..." he paused and suddenly looked flustered, "no reason..." he looked out the door across the hall. I followed his eyes and saw he was looking at my closed bedroom door. Then it hit me.

"Are you hooking up with a girl?! IN MY ROOM?!" I shouted at him almost spilling my coffee everywhere. I started to walk out his door until an arm blocks me.

"I promise you, I'm not Lilli!" he yelled back at me. I didn't believe him. I scoffed, shoving his arm aside as he tried to stop me from going into my room. I reached my bedroom door and shoved it open.

I dropped my coffee. She was underneath my bed sheets covering herself.

"Kaitlyn?!"

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