My Sweet Valentine #scholarship2020

Chapter Six - The Big Fight

After lectures the following day, Phillis finally realized that her phone was missing. She turned the room upside down looking for it. She swore she had it when she arrived from Jeff's and all the while I sat on my bed and pretended to be very busy with something on my laptop. I ignored every question like it was rhetorical and braced myself for the fight I knew would come when she eventually figured it out. But before she did, I received a call from home. I walked out to speak to the caller and when I returned, Phillis was holding her phone and my backpack. Her stare cut right through me and I knew this wasn't going to be good. So to calm the situation, I simply laughed. And I felt so relieved when she laughed as well.

"How long were you planning on making me search this room?" She asked.

She quickly turned on her phone and after a few seconds, sunk sadly into her bed. I didn't have to ask. I already knew what the problem was. She was upset because her phone had been off for two days and there was no text from Jeff to show his concern.

"What is it about that guy? Why are you still with him?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Liv, please." She replied, faintly. "Not now."

I couldn't believe she was genuinely upset that Jeff hadn't called her. I get that he was the boyfriend and all, but she deserved so much better than that. And it was killing me that she could not see that. I wanted to let it go. But Phillis and I had been friends since first year and we were a few months away from walking out of college with good grades and a degree. She was my best friend. I couldn't just let her ruin her life like that.

"No!" I said. "I won't let it go! You need to break up with him. Do it right now!"

"Liv-"

"He doesn't deserve you. You are too good for him. You should be with someone who appreciates you and cares about you. He didn't even care if you got home safely that night."

"Well he was drunk too."

"Stop making excuses for him! It's driving me crazy."

"Well then stop talking about him. Then you wouldn't have to hear it!" Phillis shouted, and got in my face. "Look, I know you think you're doing what's best for me, and I appreciate that. But I don't want to be you."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't want to spend weekends alone, sitting behind a computer and watching some romance movie. I don't want the only time I ever go out to be for lectures and church. I want to live the romance. I want to live and have a life. So stop giving me man advice when you don't even have one."

"If the only reason you're with him is because you don't want to be alone, then I feel sorry for you." I said.

"Feel sorry for yourself." She retorted.

Phillis took her laptop, packed a few things into her overnight bag and walked out of the room without another word.

I laid on my bed after Phillis left, trying to understand where I had gone wrong with that conversation. So I didn't have a boyfriend. But I wasn't jealous to ruin her relationship because I didn't want to be the only one without one. If she were dating some other guy who was good to her and concerned for her wellbeing and life, I'd be all over that. But she was dating Jeff. He was simply wrong for her. And she wouldn't listen to me. Perhaps if I had stayed out of it she wouldn't have left, but she needed to know. I wasn't wrong to try to help my friend. It's like she was completely blinded by him. Someone needed to tell her and it had to be me.

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