Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

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I sat in my apartment with my knees curled up to my chest.

It was about five o'clock. I was a mess. My mascara was running I had it smudged all over my face. My hair was knotted and in a huge mat.

I had completely forgotten about Jerome and I's dinner.

I got a text from Jerome at about 5:30 stating:

"You ready yet?"

I clamped my hand over my mouth and ran to my bedroom.

I quickly pulled on a tight red knee-high dress and black ankle boots.

Now... What would I do with my hair? Finally I decided on pulling it back in a bun and braiding the sides.

I cleaned my face and put on light make up.

Jerome arrived at 6 o'clock sharp.

"You look nice," he commented.

"Don't be like that. I know I look like shit," should I tell him about my encounter with Mitch today?

I decided maybe later, first I would see if he brought it up.

We walked down the stairs to my apartment. When we reached the bottom, he put his arm around me.

It made me uncomfortable, but I wasn't sure why. I mean, I was single, no friends but him.

The only two possible reasons I could think of were that either I didn't want to ruin me and Jerome's friendship by making us more than just friends or two... I still had feelings for Mitch.

My stomach lurched at the idea of it. No way that could be true, no way.

Either way, I tried to find an excuse to get his arm off of me. I pretended to cough and choke. He grabbed onto me in an even more uncomfortable way. He had one arm still around my shoulders and the other wrapped around my waist.

Fails. Miserable fails. We arrived at his car and we hopped inside, turning the radio on.

We were mostly silent the whole ride.

He pulled up in the parking lot next to a blue Lexus, just like Mitch's.

Ironic. When we got out, I glanced at the license plate.

It was Mitch. Mitch was here. How funny.

This is was all just so funny. The day Jerome asks me out on a "date" if you might call it, Mitch shows up at my apartment.

Then Jerome and I go to a restaurant. Oh look, coincidence, Mitch is here.

I could only think of one word to describe my day:

Lies.

I was being told lies left and right.

Mitch didn't want me back. He just wanted sex, that perv.

Greedy perv. I wasn't sure about Jerome.

Why would Jerome do that, after all, they were best buddies.

Surely it wasn't for the same reason as Mitch?

I sighed and Jerome grasped my hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh-- nothing. I'm just thinking," I snapped out of my little thinking moment.

Dinner went by fast, I ordered Tuscan White Bean Hummus and Jerome got Parmesan Crusted Tilapia.

We got dessert and we both decided to share the Chocolate Mousse Cake, along with a signature Red Wine.

As we were walking out, I was just starting to think I was wrong about all the lies when I saw Mitch by his care tickling a girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a dress that rode half way up her butt. I rolled my eyes. I hated all that crap.

Apparently Jerome saw her too. When he thought I had closed the door all the way, I heard Jerome whistle and saw to Mitch, "Nice ride, Biggums!'

I opened the car door and slammed it shut. I walked over to Jerome and slapped him right across the face.

"The fuck!" He screamed, "What the fuck was that for?"

"Goodbye, Jerome, "Thanks for the ride and the dinner."

"I still have to take you home." He reasoned.

"I can catch my own ride home, thank you very much."