Because I wanted to, that’s why. I couldn’t fucking stand another day being his ‘girlfriend’, his ‘partner’, his ‘baby’. It was just too fucking much. In hindsight, making a move on his best friend probably wasn’t the best move, but I knew it was a sure fire way to get him to end it with me. I’m a coward, I know. I should have just ended it with him instead of looking like a bitch and being hated by all our joint friends. I mean, what kind of sane person does that? Yeah, I mean I could blame it on the joint and the beers I had with Tom. The sexual tension that has always been there was made stronger with my…our, drink and drug induced state, but i know it wasn’t the right way to go about it.
Damn it was good though, and that wasn’t just the weed and alcohol talking. I know he felt it too, and he didn’t exactly stop me as I leant in to kiss him. It was quite the opposite. He pulled me in, it was hot, it was heavy. His lips tasted so good, and we were a tangle of limbs until Adam walked in. Of course Tom pushed me off him, told Adam it wasn’t what it looked like, while Adam screamed at me to get the fuck out. Yeah, if you said I deserved it you’d be damn well spot on. Bros before Ho’s – that’s the phrase and it certainly applied here. Adam kept his best friend, Tom can be very persuasive and Adam believed every word. It was all my fault according to him. We smoked and I jumped him. Bullshit. He loved every second of it; he had the hard-on to prove it. That’s why he’s coming over tonight. Secretive yes, shameful also. But you can’t judge me until you know everything.