Between the Sheets

“It’s just one day Erik.” I sighed.
Once again, Erik’s jealousy was burning through his calmness. He sat on the end of the couch, furthest from me and looked at the floor. I scooted over to him and kissed his cheek softly, hoping to gain his attention. But I wasn’t. He ignored my advancing kisses and my playing with the collar of his shirt.
“I don’t get you, you know that?” I growled, grabbing my purse and stomping across the living room to his front door. Before leaving I turned and glared. “Stop being an over jealous freak, he’s my damn friend.”
“Get out now.” Erik growled, standing up but not making eye contact with me, his pale blue eyes still casted on the floor, his black hair hiding them ever so slightly. “This is over Emma. I can’t do this with you anymore.”
“Your breaking up with me just because I want to hang out with a guy friend? Are you serious? We aren’t even attracted to each other!” I yelled at him, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. They threaten to over flow but I held them back as best I could.
Sadness took over Erik’s face but it wasn’t enough to change his mind. He bent down to pick up my bag but I snatched it before he could. “Don’t bother.” I grabbed my bag and purse and walked out, slamming his apartment door behind me and running down the stairs to the main floor and out to my car, the tears breaking loose.1

“I’m sorry darlin’…” my best guy friend Andrew whispered as he rocked me in his arms, kissing my forehead like a devoted best friend, there to catch you when you take that leap off the building roof.
I sat in his room, curled up in his arms, crying my heart out in anger and over whelming sadness. I wanted to punch everything and throw away everything Erik had ever given me. On the floor not far away was the necklace he gave me, broken just like how he had broken my heart.
“I hate him, I hate him and I hate him!” I cried, punching Andrew’s chest as hard as I could but I was so weak from crying that the punches didn’t even harm him in the slightest way. Andrew brushed back his blonde hair, his two orbs of green looking down at me. His eyes were welled up with tears and he continued to rock me, whispering comforting words into my ears as he brushed my black hair and kisses my forehead, white t-shirt soaked in my tears.2

The bell rang and I was the first one out of class but instantly I regretted it as I walked down the hall a couple steps to my locker. Next to my locker was Erik’s locker. Pressed against Erik’s locker was my best friend, Janice, kissing Erik. His fingers knotted in her long brown hair, both of their eyes closed. He pulled away and noticed me, as she regained breathing control. A smile formed on his lips and anger pumped through me.
Before I could step forward and kick the living shit out Janice who stood there pale white at the sight of me, Andrew grabbed my arm and dragged me away in the opposite direction, tossing a glare at the couple.
I couldn’t cry anymore. Instead of sadness it was replaced by anger. Anger to hurt and get my revenge. Anger to make him regret ever hurting me. Regret he was ever in love with me or ever hurting me the way he did.
Andrew handed me a note during our Spanish class and on it was our own way of revenge. A way that satisfied both our desires. The best type of revenge.3

Being Erik’s half brother meant he had access to the apartment. Access to anything he wanted. Including his brother’s love life.
We laid on the couch, trying to regain our breathing, our hearts beating so fast and our skin dripping in sweat. My head was resting on his chest, our bodies covered with the blanket from the couch. Andrew tilted my head up and kissed my lips softly, running a hand through my hair. I smiled and kissed him back as the apartment door swung open. In the doorway stood Erik, at first noticing nothing.
“Hi Erik.” I smiled, playing innocent. Erik turned towards the couch and I waved slightly from Andrew’s chest, snuggling myself closer. Life seemed to drain from his eyes. Only to be replaced by anger.
“Hey bro.” Andrew smiled also, sitting us both up, my body still pressed against his. Erik looked like he was breaking at the seams. And I for once didn’t feel guilty. I felt satisfied and hurt.
Satisfied by revenge but hurt because he looked it. I wanted to say sorry but was he sorry for making out with my best friend? I know I shouldn’t.