Case #111 ☆ h.s. AU

9: Lies

It was just around seven when Devlin came home, wide eyed and bushy tailed, she must have had a good night.

That makes two of us. My naggy subconscious added in, I wanted to tell her to shove it.

"Hey, how was your night?" She asked observing me sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket clutching a bowl of ice cream watching Finding Nemo on tv, I was a Disney fan at heart, what could I say?

"It was fine." I said curtly, maybe a little too curtly, I didn't want to sound suspicious.

"Yeah? How'd things with Harry go?" She asked and I prayed to the heavens above that I didn't start blushing at the sound of his name.

"It went.. Fine, I guess."

"Oh yeah?" She asked lifting an eyebrow.

"And by fine you mean?"

"Fine Dev. I told him he couldn't come around here anymore." I said trying to avoid looking her straight in the eyes. I was lying to my best friend, the one person I swore I would never lie to.

"And he didn't flip out?" She asked again skeptical.

"Oh he did, at first, and then he accepted it and stormed out." I said quickly trying to cover myself as best I could, I could feel my pulse quickening, would she buy my lie?
"Sounds typical. You think he'll stay away this time?"

Definitely not.

"I hope so." I said and she nodded, I felt my shoulders sag in relief that she didn't press the matter further.

"Well, my night was rad. Eric took me to see the new Marvel movie, we had chinese for dinner and we went back to his place for a little bit before he had to go into work." She said flashing a devilish grin.

"You are bad." I said smirking at her.

"I know it babe."

I wished I could tell her just how badly I could relate to her night, but there was absolutely a snowball's chance in hell I would ever tell her about it, or anyone for that matter.

"So the house looks really good." She said taking off her heels.

"Thanks, I worked on it all day practically."

That part wasn't a lie, I had worked almost all day up until Harry arrived.

"I can tell it shows, definitely. Have you had dinner?"

I shook my head, aside from my bowl of ice cream I hadn't eaten anything since the breakfast she had made this morning, and after all that workup earlier, I was starving.

"I can order a pizza?" She offered and I nodded, pizza sounded good.

"Okay well I'm going to go get undressed and then I'll call the pizza place." She said heading towards the stairs.

"Have you talked to Tristan today?" She called out.

"No, I haven't." I answered and my stomach was instantly in knots. Tristan. I was going to have to see him tomorrow and talk to him about us. What was I going to say? I sure as hell couldn't tell him about Harry, but I also didn't know if trying to work on our relationship was such a good idea now that Harry was in the picture. Was he in the picture? Does sex with him once constitute him as being in the picture? Or was this going to be a one time thing? Never happen again? Should I let it happen again? Did I want it to happen again? What was even going on? Things had just gotten about a hundred times more complicated.

I groaned and rubbed my temples. I had no idea what was happening. I had sex with Harry, fact. But I also had sex with Tristan, fact. Man, I was turning into a whore.