Nothing is going right for Brooke, in fact, just about everything is going wrong.
So, she decides to live life like her perfect sister, Barbie. The obvious solution to her problems.
But is that really why things are getting better? Or is her new fri...
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It's her.
Amber Browning is the girl from the threesome.
I only realise as I stare across at her over the table and drink in her form. Her long, curly brown hair falls in ringlets at her back, tied in a half up half down ponytail. Of course, adhering to modern trends, two strands have been left out, framing her face.
Amber is not what I'd call traditionally hot. But she doesn't have to be. She's beautiful.
Blue-green eyes and a full set of pink lips don her roundish face. She's clearly fond of jewellery. Her pale skin decked in silver where's available. She knows how to present herself, playing up her eyes with liner, mascara and subtle shadow; a v-neck showcasing her chest and collar bones. I may be weird but a girl with nice collar bones gets me going. I remember why I showed Harry her account when he brought up a ménage à trois in the first place.
"You didn't have to buy me a coffee," I tell her sincerely.
"Of course, I did." Her smile is truly gorgeous.
God, Brooke. If you're so in love with Amber why don't you dump Harry yourself and move in with her instead.
I know that would never happen. I don't want to come across biphobic or anything like that, but while I'm interested in girls sexually, I can't see myself in a relationship with a woman. I like how men think, how they problem solve and how they behave as a boyfriend. Girls are far too much drama for me in a relationship. Trust me, I've been there once. Never again.
"Anyway," she says, bringing me back to her. "I know it probs seemed super shady to get that message from me out of the blue. I kinda realised after I sent it." She chuckles nervously.
"Don't worry about it," I reassure her. "I've received far weirder dms in my life."
She laughs at that. She's a stunning girl with a public instagram page, she definitely knows what I mean. "Don't I know it. But, this is really bad that I have to tell you this. I don't want to seem insensitive but I know if I was in your position I'd just want to rip the plaster off, you know?" She looks uncertain, biting her lip, holding her mug in both hands.
"It's okay, Amber. You can tell me."
"I had chlamydia."
My mouth falls open in shock. "Look, Amber. I appreciate you telling me this, I do. But we hooked up near 6 months ago and I had my yearly check up like 2 weeks ago." I smile at her comfortingly, squeezing her hand across the table.
Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Uh, I only got it a month ago. Basics Harry hit me up again, just after you two broke up. But this was before I started showing symptoms."
