It's Over, Isn't It?

Part 3

            Rose didn't let me being late go but we still hung out. Even though she was mad at me we laughed and joked like old times. We shared coffee, we went to go see a movie, and now I was heading home with the biggest smile on my face. I unlocked the door stepping into my warm apartment, glad to be out of that icy winter air. But I was greeted with Josh, his arms crossed. "Robyn." He said, sitting on my sofa with his arms crossed. "Oh shit. What did I do now? And how the hell did you get in my apartment?" I said, shutting the door behind me. "Rose gave me the key. She told me how you were late. If you think you're going to take her from me you need to start getting your act together." He got up in my face. I glared at him and pushed him away from me. "You don't get it do you?" His face turned from anger to confusion. I had caught him off guard. "What?" I sighed, looking down. "She's the only person I have left that I love. My parents died and now you're trying to take her from me. She was the only person that was there for me when they died. This isn't some kind of silly game for me to see who she chooses. She means so much to me Josh." Tears started to run across my cheeks. I could see a hint of sadness in his eyes but it turned back quickly to anger. "Stay away from her. She's only your best friend and nothing else." He spat at me, walking out of my apartment, and slamming the door behind him. I went to lay in my bed while tears ran down my face. I drifted off to sleep.

     I woke up to see it was midnight. I got up drowsily. I checked at my phone to see texts from Laila. She was one of my serious girlfriends but she broke up with me early November. I frowned slightly.

I was gonna come over last night but I saw that someone was already there. You were with Emily, weren't you?

Why does it matter to you? 

     I texted back as I got out of bed, walking to the kitchen. I started making a late dinner of pasta and vegetables. I was almost finished when my phone buzzed, telling me I got another text message.

How about I come over tonight?

     I stared at the message finally texting back that she could and that I'll have food and wine for us to share. I finished the pasta and grabbed nice plates to put them on. I got 2 wine glasses and a bottle of wine from the chiller. "What the hell am I doing?" I talked to myself a lot. It was kind of a habit. But I really couldn't wrap my head around that I just agreed to have a late dinner with my ex. I wanted to bail but I just wanted to find a good reason why I couldn't. But I couldn't think of anything before someone knocked on my apartment. I sighed and opened the door for them to see Laila. She wore a tight fitting black dress which showed off her body very well. She was a bit taller than me and very curvy which I loved. I invited her in, giving her a polite smile. I set the table, poured her a glass of wine, and filled our plates with pasta. We sat across from each other at my dinner table. I ate quietly as I felt her eyes on me. "Why'd you invite Emily instead of me?" She said, breaking the silence. "I didn't. She invited herself." I stared at my plate, my hand fidgeting with my napkin. "You could've said no." She said as I looked up at her, studying her. I don't know why she intimidated me so much but I found myself looking down timidly. She got up and walked toward me. I looked up again to see that she hadn't ate anything on her plate but was coming toward me with a devious look. I knew what she was doing. She was tired of talking to me so she didn't. She kissed me as I kissed her back without thinking about it. It was the same routine. We kissed hard, groped each other, and clothes dropped to the floor. It meant nothing to either of us. I never meant anything to anyone.