Loving My Best Friend

Chapter 26

Enid's POV:

I sighed out loudly as mom chatted with Ethan throughout the dinner. He seemed happy for last few days. I sighed out again.

"Enid, darling, what's wrong?" Mom's concerned voice came into my ears.

"Nothing." I tried to smile, but failed miserably.

Ethan snorted. "Dri's amnesia is getting Aiden away from all of us again. Enid is just jealous."

I glared at him, but he was right. I was afraid that Aiden would get distant from all of us again and we did not know for how long that drama was gonna last.

"Mom, how's dad?" I tried to change the subject.

She smiled at me sadly. "He's fine. He says he misses you all whenever we get to talk." I nodded my head.

"Okay, I'm done." Ethan announced. I looked at my plate, it was still half full, but I pushed the carrot with my fork and stood up too.

I helped mom to gather the dishes and dumped them into the wash basin. Then, we both went up the stairs.

As mom was about to go into her office, she stopped me and said, "Enid, no matter whoever comes between you two, will never last, and never did either. You two are best friends." Her words left a pang in my heart. "Don't suffer silently, talk to him." She put a hand on my cheek and smiled. I smiled back.

We were not only best friends, by then. I loved him as more than that, he meant more than that to me and the saddest part was, I was not even sure of his side of story.

With a heavy sigh I bid goodnight to mom and went into my room. I scrubbed my face with my hands. I wanted to call him, but it was not appropriate at the moment.

'Don't suffer silently.'

I decided I would go to his house tomorrow and yell at him, let him know how he had hurt me with his small act with Dri.

As I sat on my chair to finish an assignment, the door of my bedroom banged open and there stood Aiden.

He looked so angry that he could kill anyone. Ironic, that was how I should have acted like as he was the one kissing Dri in front of everyone.

If anyone said it was not his fault, then they were wrong. It had to be Aiden's fault. I was upset, hurt and, dare I say, jealous all because of Aiden.

"It's all your fault." Aiden accused before launching himself at me. I was shocked, was an understatement, as we had never faught, not verbally, let alone be it physically.

He pulled me up by my shirt and threw me on the bed. He climed on top of me with his hand fisted in a ball. His hand came down, but I blocked him. Gripping his right hand with my left, I flipped us over, trapping him under my body.

He struggled a bit, but stopped as I brought our hands over his head, leaning in closer. His left hand was still on my shirt collar.

I could see the faint lipstick smearing on his bottom lip, his eyes watered a bit. I rolled away from him and grabbed a tissue from my bedside table.

He was still lying on the bed breathing heavily. I wiped away that colour from his mouth and our eyes met. I licked my lips. I wanted to kiss him, but then I remembered the incident in the parking lot this morning.

"Go, wash your face." I instructed. He looked at me for a couple of seconds before getting up and going into the bathroom.

When after about five minutes I heard the sound of shower running, I felt good. It was good for him to wash away the traces of Dri, stress and his anger towards me. I went into my closet and took out the comfy clothes he liked the most, but he rarely used.