Marissa turns her back to the eavesdropping couple, her head tilted to scrutinize me more. "Yes, you did. Don't fight it, Pen. It's easier if you give in and tell us. And don't leave out the details on the hickey either.""Oh my God." Why is she my friend again?Amanda stands next to Marissa, her back now to the couple as well. "Did you really?" Her blue eyes are wide probably in search of whatever clue gave me away to Marissa."Yes, she did. Come on, Pen. This is the circle of trust. It all stays in the circle." She looks at Amanda for her agreement while her arm and hand make a wide circle signifying our group's placement within its boundaries."I didn't. I swear. We didn't get that far before I called the game," I promise them and then laugh at my own use of baseball lingo continued from last night.Amanda pops her hip, "Spill it." Marissa has rubbed off on her in the span of an hour and a half. It's scary.I give them the bare rundown of last night's events doing my bes
Today's beige heels look incredible with my black pencil skirt and light blue long sleeve silk blouse. A matching black blazer finishes the outfit and am ready to start my Wednesday. I don't even put on walking shoes to feign the possibility I'll walk to work. Finn and Jake have been my ride the last two days, and as I enter the lobby this morning, I'm greeted by Finn propped in his favorite spot on the wall."Good morning, Finn." I say as I'm halfway across the lobby.His mouth perks up and he takes two steps toward me dressed in his signature jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt. "Good morning, Aspen. Ready for work?""Yup. You know, you could wait for me upstairs in the hallway."Jake opens the door as we emerge from the building. "I could, but then it wouldn't feel the same. I would simply be meeting you for a ride. This feels more official, don't you think?""Um, sure." His thought process is so convoluted it makes me chuckle.His hand moves across the backseat and rests
"We're not trying some?" I'm disappointed. He said there would be chocolate tasting tonight.I hadn't realized how close I'd worked myself next to him as we stood in front of the case until I need to take a step back in order to see his entire face."We'll be back for hot chocolate later, but let's eat dinner first. Don't worry, I wouldn't bring you to a chocolate factory and not let you take some home," Finn promises. I swear, the man can read my mind. That or all the years Ben's harassed me about my lack of a poker face weren't merely mean-spirited jokes at my expense.Hand in hand we jaywalk across the street to a large grey building hidden by trees. It isn't until we reach the door that the name Tacolicious comes into view. The store hours are listed directly below in the same thin, simple font, and I'm glad we have hours left so there won't be a need to rush.As with every other restaurant I've been to in this city, the tables are packed together and mostly full. "Chocolat
Jake, in another black suit, waits for me outside at the end of my workday on Thursday. He opens the back door and I expect to see Finn waiting for me, but he isn't. In his place sits a small rectangular green box with a large white bow wrapped around it. I assume the box is for me, but I don't reach to take it. Finn's absence hits me harder than I would have expected. I've gotten used to his smiling face before and after work each day. His excitement is infectious. Finn always leaves me in a good mood."Are we picking Finn up now?" I question as soon as Jake is in the vehicle.He meets my eyes in the rear view mirror and hesitates in his answer. "He had to stay late for a meeting, but he said he hoped the surprise made up for him not being here.""Oh." Jake's comments don't sound good. "Do you have to go back and wait for him?" I quickly work out a plan to talk Jake into making me a tagalong. I still haven't been to the building Finn works in. He's only told me they recently bou
"It happened once. One time, Pen. A year ago. A fucking year ago. I thought it was done with. It should have been over, but the girl... she took pictures. I didn't know there were pictures. I was drunk, but I don't remember pictures." Cody takes another drink from his glass. "She's been blackmailing me with threats to put them online or send them to Marissa. I paid her, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough money." He stares at my wall, lost in thought.From his marked up face, Marissa's found out. The question now is how. "When did Marissa find out, Cody?" I ask and take a drink myself."Today. Around lunch. I went over there to try and explain, but she wouldn't listen. She's crazy."Now I'm pissed. "Of course she's crazy, Cody. You slept with someone else. You're her fiancé, you don't sleep with other people!" My voice gets higher with each word."It was one time. One time! She's called off the wedding. Do you know how much we'll lose in deposits? I'll have to explain to
The keyhole laughs at me from its stationary position on the door lock. The opening is there, but I cannot get my key to fit inside. I panic. Did Finn change the locks on me? Did I break one of the apartment rules and not realize it? Did I walk past my possessions thrown out on the curb or have they already been picked over by the neighborhood vultures? How much would be left on a Saturday morning?"Your key is upside down, Aspen." It sounds like Finn's voice, but I'm afraid to move my head to guarantee it's him.My entire existence depends on keeping my body as still as possible. Any sudden movement and I might lose everything in my stomach right here on the floor. I worry puking in the hallway would violate Rule 6: No hallway adornments. Either way I can't imagine it would be looked upon favorably."Huh?" I question and hope the simple one-word response can convey what I need it to.Finn shuffles closer, as if he's approaching a wounded animal and I might attack at any moment
My shoe slams against the back wall of the closet, and I cross my fingers it landed near Finn's head and woke him up. Assholes do not get to sleep in on Sundays. I'm fuming. My actions might get me kicked out of the apartment if I don't get along with my floor mate, but I can't bring myself to give a shit.Finn walked out on me last night. At first I sat on the couch and stared at my blank television as my brain tried to process what had happened. Then I cried. I was dumped by a great guy for what? Because I did everything I could to help a friend get over her devastating breakup? I didn't cheat on him. I aged my liver a little faster, that's all. For my horrible indiscretion Finn decides I'm not worthy of him? Well, screw him.Any man who doesn't understand I would do whatever it takes for my best friend doesn't deserve to be with me. I don't know where Finn sleeps in relation to my closet, but I hope it's close. I grab another shoe to throw it at the wall and stop when I see the
HIS DOOR MATCHES MINE, but it feels harder as my knuckles make contact with the wood. Finn answers with a weary look. It heightens my pissed off mood."Aspen?" I'm not sure why he thinks I'm here, but I don't give him long to ponder it."You know what? Fuck you, Finn! You think I shouldn't help my best friend when she gets her heart broken? You think it makes me such a bad person you can't date me. What does that make you? You want to act as if I'm not worthy of you? Well your loss, buddy," I yell at him and then turn to leave.I've said my piece. I skipped over the part about being independent and it didn't sound as good as it did when I practiced it with Marissa and Amanda. Plus I'm shaking, but I said it without crying so it's a win in my book."You're not a bad person, Pen." He sounds upset. The balls on this man. He's not allowed to sound upset. He lost that right when he dumped me."Don't call me Pen. You aren't my friend," I fling back at him and then stumble over my o