Sanity || j.d

13

I’m officially the worst best friend in the world. He hasn’t spoken to me since the incident and now I have to actually go out into the world and find proper people and socialise with them. Luckily for me, a friend of a friend of a friend had decided to hold a summer party out on their estate. It was later tonight and I was almost certain that he’s going too, which is a good thing because otherwise I didn’t have any way of getting there.

You going to the party tonight? I asked sending the message in hope that he might even answer.

With Kate. Y? Damn, so now not only am I worst friend in the world, but I’m going to be the third wheel and the girl he cheated with. I wonder if he’s told Kate yet. Or if he’s even going to tell her.

Mind giving me a lift there? I could only hold my breath and hope he’d say yes.

While waiting for him to reply back, I chose my outfit. Normally, I wouldn’t even go to parties so I wouldn’t even have to worry about outfits in the least. But he wasn’t the type to go either, we’d usually boycott together and watch a movie in the basement at my place. Unfortunately, this wasn’t like other times, so now I had to fend for myself and if that meant going to the party then so be it. I went through each article of clothing individually finding almost none to my liking. Finally after much deliberation and a tiny boost of self confidence I pulled out my light purple one-shoulder strap dress embellished with black lace. I topped it off with low-heeled, black sandals and I felt pretty sexy to be honest.

Fine. But you have to sit in the backseat. We’re picking up Kate on the way. Be ready in half an hour.  He eventually replied and by then I had washed my hair and was halfway through doing my makeup. I’m not fussy about this stuff but this was a particularly important event and most likely the only social interaction all summer, well at least while my parents were away.

Thanks. I owe you one :) I replied, pulling on my dress and taking the towel off my hair. 

Let’s just say we’re even. He texted back almost immediately. Well, that cleared things up. 

Slipping my shoes on my feet and phone in my bra (safest place I know) I got ready to go. I was heading out the door when he beeped the horn indicating that I had to hurry up. I locked the house up and hid the keys away under the bench that was on the porch.

I didn’t get half way to the car when I noticed him staring. This instantly made me slow down, suddenly dropping my confidence all over the place. As I sat down in the back seat and was doing up my seatbelt, he turned around, gaping. “You look like a hooker.” He spluttered.

“Maybe that’s what I’m hoping to do.” I shot back, sick and tired of his constant bursts of rudeness. “But is it a good look?” I questioned.

When he didn’t answer, I took that as an answer in itself and shut up.

Upon picking up Kate, she looked pleasantly surprised to see me there. “Hi Sarah.” She greeted me politely getting in the front next to Josh. “I honestly wasn’t expecting to see you here.” She giggled.

“I wasn’t expecting to see me here either.” I mumbled loud enough for only Josh to hear.

“Pardon?” She asked, her smile was the kind that looked fake but was actually completely genuine. 

“I’m just one for surprises.” I covered quickly, grinning at how amusing I could be when I wanted to. Completely irrelevant time to be thinking this but I couldn’t imagine them doing it. It wasn’t like that, she was too giggly and he was too... him.

In a way, socialising couldn’t have been any harder, but it couldn’t have been any easier. And who was to say that I was looking for someone to talk to anyway? If he said I looked like a hooker, then that’s what I’d be.