Rented

Chapter 30

When I get Rachel's text that she's downstairs I'm still putting on my high heel.

I hop on one leg trying to tie my heel and grab my purse at the same time. When I finally manage to get the shoe tied I rush to the door. Once I'm in the elevator I let a breathe out before fixing my dress. I chose to wear the white topless one that flows at the bottom I got for Adam and Rachel's wedding and never wore.

I was hesitant at first but it's just a dress after all and I have no time or motivation to get something else for this Christmas party Rachel is forcing me to attend.

It's bizarre that the last time I spoke to Harry it was the end of Summer and now it's Christmas.

Almost six months of wondering how he's doing, of remembering every detail of every moment we spent together, of praying that I don't feel a hole in my chest when I think about him.

It seems like a long time but I still feel as if it were yesterday that he held me as I slept, that we sang together in the car or that our lips attacked each other in feverish passion.

I have come to terms with the fact that trying to forget about Harry will not happen and that's okay. I don't want to pretend he was never in my life, to forget what we had. I just wish it still didn't hurt so bad.

Maybe if I had never admitted to myself that I was in love with him then it would be easier to move on.

They say time heals but I still feel the emptiness he left behind after the night at the bar, that last time I saw him.

The elevator door dings, indicating I have arrived to the first floor and snapping me out of my trance. I practice a smile I have mastered on the reflection of the doors before they slide open. As soon as I step foot outside Rachel honks, waving in an energetic way I have grown so used to. She never seems to be tired or sad. I wouldn't change that for the world though. The blonde has been such a rock for me these past months. Staying over to talk when I called hysterically crying and pushing me to go out once in a while to distract myself.

If someone knew the torment I have gone through is Rachel. She knew almost everything about Harry and I's relationship and breakup, minus the part of our ex threatening me of course.

I climb into the passenger seat and buckle up before turning to her with a sour expression "I saw you as soon as I stepped out you know" I groan lightly.

My best friend giggles "I know, I just love embarrassing you" she admits with a sheepish shrug.

"Thanks" I snort before giving her a good look.

She's wearing a gold dress that sparkles and hugs her curvy body, falling right above her knees. Her lips are tainted blood color and her blonde locks are curled to perfection.

"You look so hot" I almost drool over my best friend who was unfairly pretty.

She gives me a pst like it's not a big deal but she knows she looks amazing.

"So do you girl" she compliments back and smacks my knee playfully.

I don't know if she's just saying that to be nice but I'm grateful nevertheless. It's been a while since I dressed up this much but I still kept my makeup simple with only gloss on my lips.

"Thanks" I utter, tapping my hands on my lap.

I feel my legs bounce and realize I'm very nervous.

"Calm down! It's only my sororities' Christmas party." Rachel reassures when she notices my fidgeting.

Rachel is in a super popular sorority in our college, she got in immediately due to her money and beauty. It's what those sororities looked for in girls. I was happy she was making more friends though because I wasn't much fun these days. Between classes and work I was pretty busy.