My ex's best friend 1

Becca's Pov

It was nearly 6pm when I got to Ken’s flat. His car was in the driveway so I knew he was home. I still had my key so I let myself in. I could hear noises coming from the bedroom so I headed that way. I hoped I would find him coming out of the shower, if so I would give him such a good time he would forget all talk of breaking up. I entered the bedroom, then fell back against the wall with a gasp. Ken, the guy I had been dating for a year, the love of my life, was on top of another woman, moaning like his life depended on it. My gasp was so loud that it startled them. They pulled away from each other and he looked round stunned, then frowned in annoyance.

“What are doing here Becca? Don’t you understand the meaning of we are through?” He snapped.

“Ken! What are you doing?” I asked hoarsely, my head was throbbing so much I thought it would explode.

“Who is she?” The girl asked struggling to get up.

“My ex,” Ken snapped, then turned to me. “Get out Becca before I call the cops. You have no business here.”

“But I love you! Please don’t do this.” I cried.

He jumped out of bed naked, then grabbed my arm and impatiently pushed me to the front door and out of his house.

I sat in his driveway crying for some minutes before I managed to get myself together enough to call a cab.

I was still crying in the cab. Luckily the driver was a woman. She didn’t ask any questions but quickly guessed what I was going through and made sympathetic noises.

I got home and tearfully called June and Ella, my best friends, to tell them what had happened. They must have been in the same place because they came together.

I was still wailing like a colicky baby when they arrived. They immediately got to work consoling me.

“Pull yourself together, Becca.” June said for the twentieth time, “How can you be wailing for that asshole?”

“I love him! You know I do.” I cried. “How could he do this to me?”

“He doesn’t deserve you, forget him and move on.” Ella said.

“Pete is behind this!” I growled. “Ken won’t be treating me this way if it weren’t for Pete’s stupid advice.”

“Becca, any guy who takes advice from a third party in his relationship doesn’t deserve to have one. Ken isn’t a man; he is a boy, a real man thinks with his brain. Forget the jackass and move on.” June advised.

I managed to stop wailing but tears rolled softly down my cheeks—tears of pain, anger, and humiliation.

So Ken, the guy I had promised to spend the rest of my life with had really dumped me, and worse had moved on hours later. It had been so sudden and unexpected that I still couldn’t believe it.

In the afternoon he and I had gone to lunch and everything had seemed okay, although I had noticed he seemed distracted.

“Is everything okay?” I asked. “You look tensed.”

“I’m okay, just work.” .

“You work too hard.” I said softly, caressing his hand.

“Because I need to make money,” he said sharply pulling his hand away.

“Make time for yourself, money isn’t everything,” I said gently.

He gave a short, mocking laugh “Yeah right! All girls say that till a guy goes broke, then they split.”

I was hurt and stunned by his words. He made it sound like I was a gold digger only interested in his money. No time during our relationship had I said or done anything to make him think such a thing, and I told him so.

“I am sorry,” he said quickly, “I know you are not like that, that was a dumb thing to say, I don’t know why I said it.”

I nodded, but I was worried because I knew why he had.

“How about a movie this evening?” I asked. “The latest-“

“No. I can’t make it tonight.” He said cutting me off.

“Okay, tomorrow night.”

“No. I can’t either.”

“That’s okay, I understand you are busy, any day you have the time we will go,” I said reasonably.

He was silent for some minutes, then sighed heavily as if he had been thinking of something and had finally made up his mind to say it.

“I am not busy tonight but I won’t be going to the movie, or anywhere else with you, Becca.” He said.

“Why?” I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion.

“It is over Becca.” He said simply.

“What? You are joking right?” I said smiling nervously.

“No. People are right, you aren’t classy enough for me. My family is rich and important, yours are nobodies. I can’t be seen associating with you.” He said calmly.

“But we discuss this in the beginning and agreed it didn’t matter, remember? We love each other. You know I don’t care about your family's money-“ I said earnestly.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said cutting me off. “We can’t continue seeing each other. It was a mistake to think we could.”

I stared at him, wondering if it was a joke, but he looked dead serious.

“Ken? Please don’t do this to me.” I pleaded, wondering if I was dreaming.

“I am sorry Becca, please just accept it and don’t start any drama, okay?”

“This is Pete’s idea, isn’t it? He is the one feeding you all this, please don’t listen to him.” I begged.

“Stop talking shit. Pete has nothing to do with this. I can make decisions for myself! And I have made one now. It is over. Stay away from me.” He snapped.

I was too shocked to speak or cry. I watched stupidly as he got up and walked out of the restaurant.