The Substitute Teacher (Zarry)

Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Date

*Friday*

"What? I didn't try to rape her, what are you talking about?!" I heard Liam's voice say in the kitchen.

"That's not what she told me, fuck face." I heard another voice yell.

"Well, she's obviously lying. Have you seen me? Why would I need to rape anyone? You just need to accept your fiancé is a-"

"Is a what? I dare you to say it."

"Slut!"

"Say it one more time. I didn't hear you clearly."

"She. Is. A. Slut!"

The atmosphere went silent. I couldn't hear anything else.

I got out of my bed and pressed my ear against the door.

"You're so wrong."

Is that...Elliot? What's he doing here?

"Wrong? Your fiancé has been seducing me for months. You know how guys are. It's nothing serious. It's not like I want to take her fro-"

A slapping sound echoed around the flat. I cracked the door open to get a view of what's going on.

Liam was holding his cheek with a shocked expression on his face.

Elliot, the usually playful guy, was livid. If looks could kill, Liam would be dead.

"Wh- Did you just slap me? Woah. You just slapped me. I can't believe you just did that." Liam yelled, trying to rub the red imprint off his face.

"Believe it, bitch, because it just did happen. You were suppose to be my best friend! You're pathetic." Elliot voiced with such venom.

Liam sighed. "I'm sorry, I- was thinking with this and not this. It happens to the best of us." He said pointing from his crotch to his head.

I rolled my eyes. Why do people make cheating or having sex with someone seem like this impulsive thing? You have a mind at the end of the day. Just admit you didn't care about the aftermath of the choices you've made. It's like a rapist getting arrested and he says 'I couldn't help it'. It just seems like an excuse and not a person taking full responsibility for their actions.

"Not thinking? Liam, we are- no. We were the best of friends. My bullshit was yours and yours was mine. I viewed you like a brother. I-" Elliot's voice cracked.

Oh shit, is he about to cry?

Liam ran his hands down his face. "But you cheated on her. So that's why I didn't feel bad. I thought you didn't really care for her."

Elliot stared at him in disbelief. "I don't care what I did to her, that's not the point. She's my fiancé, she's mine. And you fucked what was mine! You man whore!"

"Well, guess what Elliot? You're one too. Karma's a bitch. You can't expect your babe to be faithful when you're a whore yourself."

I felt my phone buzz in my hand when the hell did it get there?

I unlocked it and read over my new message.