Betrayal

Chapter 2

  My phone was ringing in the other room, it was Isabel--Izzy for short.

"Hey izzy, what's up?"

"Ellie", she sighed, "we need to talk."

"About what, Izzy?"

"I can't tell you over the phone"

"Izzy, you're scaring me"

"I'm sorry Ellie. Come to my house as soon as you can please?"

"Sure, I'm on my way"

I hung up, grabbed my coat, keys, phone, and walked out to my car.

Although izzy didn't live very far, the drive felt like it had turned from minutes to hours. My heart was beating fast, it felt like it was skipping beats at some points. My palms sweaty and gripping the steering wheel so hard I felt like I was going to snap it. My breathing shallow and eyes darting from left to right, the back on the road. My thoughts being consumed with all the worst possible scenarios: Is she pregnant? God no. We're only 21, she can't be pregnant. Not now, at least. Does she have an STD? I bet it was that guy from the bar last weekend.

But it can't be, she said she left because she found pictures of the guy and his girlfriend around his apartment. Did she really leave? Or did she not want me to see her as a slut who sleeps with other girls' boyfriends? 

No, it can't be that. I know she respects that "girl code" she's always talking about.

I pulled into Izzy's driveway. She had been laying on her porch swing until she saw me. She had a haunted expression on her face. Slowly, I walked up to her and sat next to her on the swing. 

"Tell me what's wrong"

"Um...I don't know how to tell you"

"Tell me what Izzy?" My heart started to race. 

"I...I don't want this to ruin our friendship, Ellie"

"For God's sake, Isabel! Spit it out" 

I was starting to get irritated.

Izzy sighed and reached for her phone which was on the edge of the swing and pulled up a thread of text messages on her phone. 

The text messages were from Travis. 

Travis, the guy I had a huge crush on, the guy who also happened to be my best friend, the guy who had been there when no one else was, the guy who wasn't just a crush, I was secretly in love with him. 

I looked up at Izzy and she was breathing slowly and her face was pale, she handed me the phone.