The Secret Between Us (Unedited)

27: Devious Behavior

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

     I've started to believe that the people who have labeled me as the reckless bad girl have had some kind of psychic experience that triggered their assumptions.

I never knew the exact definition of reckless until now. In the span of forty-eight hours I've come to realize just what the word means. Before 3:00 AM Monday morning, I would have never understood just how much of a toll being reckless would have on me.

It's been two days since Monday. Two days since I kissed Torez. Since I decided I wanted to explore my given label to a whole other extent. Reckless was just a word, but the actions that fell into the category were on very dangerous territory that was new to me.

Sneaking around behind my best friends back was an epiphany I wasn't fully prepared for. Especially when it involved Preston Torez.

Even though it's been only two short days, we've come so close to getting caught countless times, we were starting to place our bets down.

I say one week is all it will take before we're busted.

Pres says three days.

Although we were betting on how long it will take for Katrina to find out about this cliche affair going on between her boyfriend and bestfriend, we still found humor in the situation some how.

Behind this facade I've been putting on, underneath was a shining layer of guilt I was hellbent on keeping away. Lord only knows what would happen if I were to allow the guilt to flood back.

What the hell was I saying? Guilt would stab me for the rest of my life the longer this little secret continues.

I liked to believe I had a portion of a heart, at least.

The first time Preston tried showing me affection behind Kat's back--quite literally was yesterday morning.

She was pouring herself another cup of coffee. Preston and I were sitting at the kitchen island, shoveling breakfast into our mouths. The moment Kat turned her back to us, Torez gripped my thigh and planted a sloppy kiss on my neck.

I immediately pulled away, horrified at his actions.

Katrina was literally less than five feet away, and he had the guts to kiss--let alone touch me?

I had raised my hand, prepared to slap his cheek so hard, it would turn a plum purple.

His lips didn't leave my neck when he wrapped his fingers around my wrist with his free hand, gently pulling it down, away from his face.

Later that day, Preston told me it would get easier.

I made it known that I highly doubted that, but here I was on Wednesday afternoon, biting my lip to keep myself from laughing every time Kat turned to the TV and Preston looked over at me from the other side of the room and winked.

I knew I was being a shitty person, a ghastly so called best friend, but my vile temptations were much stronger and louder than the Angel sitting on my shoulder, begging me to do the right thing, representing my conscience.

To be honest, I had given up on my conscience the moment Preston stepped into my room early Monday morning.

Even though my temptations have gotten the best of me, I always reminded myself that this wouldn't last.

This was an impulse, a spur of the moment affair that would end the moment we started our road trip back to Texas.

That realization made me feel like a slightly less heinus person. Slighlty.