SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 20 - TWENTY

- HAZEL -

I went to his class alright and submitted all my assignments to my lecturers after his period. My lecturers seemed rather pleased to see me with the complete assignments but told me to wait for a week for feedback.

That kept me on my toes but it’s only natural to follow protocol after skipping lectures. I would hate it if this reflects badly on my grade so for the meantime, patience is my middle name!

I sighed and stared ahead at the lady teaching. My mind has been everywhere else but on her and whatever she’s doing and that is seriously worrying but I think my mind is too stressed to pay attention to anything. Thankfully, this is the last period for the day and I’ll have two days of rest.

For now, I just have to try not to doze off and pretend to be following the things she says. It’s annoying but I don’t have a choice. My arm is resting on the edge of my seat and two fingers are supporting my head to stay straight. I checked the time on my phone and raised a brow, tiredly. We have two more minutes before this class is over yet it feels like forever.

By how fatigued I am, it’s pretty obvious that my eyes would come close any minute now if I don’t hold them up with pegs. I averted my gaze from the substitute teacher back to my phone. One more minute.

Get out already!! Who on earth waits till the last minute of their period is well spent?

I groaned. I thought substitute teachers are meant to be the interesting ones but this lady proved me wrong a million times in just the few minutes she had with us. A yawn left my lips and I brought my other hand in front of my mouth and formed a cone.

The only thing stopping me from walking out of this hall this moment are my recent assignments.

A wry smile formed on my lips as the teacher packed her things. She’s finally leaving! Yes! My heart danced. "I expect a presentation along with detailed definitions of the factors which oppose such views with the name of your sources in two weeks. Have a lovely weekend students." The substitute teacher said and walked out.

My fatigue died immediately when I heard that. Wait what?! She’s giving us something to do already?

The hall erupted with noise as students followed to walk out of the hall instantly. Today, new faces have been coming to teach our subjects. I thought it would last for just a few lectures but it happened all day.

I scoffed as I got up from my seat. He met me last night and advised me not to skip his classes yet did not show up today at all. I was really anticipating the look on his face when he sees me but that was another imagination far fetched because the idiot did not show up.

Why do I even care or concern myself with such matters? It’s not like I’m inclined to know his whereabouts. I rolled my eyes and sulked my way out of the hall. The substitute teacher’s words finally sunk in my head. It made me grimace. Just when I thought I was done with my assessments, another just had to pop up.

Why on earth did I choose to study this course? What in the world bewitched me to choose this as my first choice? The more time I spend learning, the more I come to regret and the closer I am to losing my mind.

I plugged my ears with my air pods and flung my hood over my head once I walked out the door. I don’t have any classes till Monday and boy do I feel relaxed. I want to spend my weekend sleeping and eating and writing my journal.

Although there’s not much to write about today, I didn’t see him. The fact that I didn’t yet had no idea he’d not be here gets on my nerves. We fucking met last night. The least he could’ve done was said something. I would’ve very much appreciated him alerting me than telling me I’m beautiful.

I walked by Killian’s office and stopped. I know what you’re thinking. Beefing about him not alerting me of his absence yet here I am by his door is low but I don’t really care.

I stared at the wall for quite a long time. The door is locked and there are no windows or glass walls to peep through. I walked closer to the door unsuspiciously and pushed it forward. It’s stiff.

A deep sigh escaped my lips. He really didn’t show up today, I just hope he’s alright. My teeth feasted on my lower lip as I walked past his door.

Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen Kate today. She wasn’t present at his class either. I wonder if they’re both out on some sort of vacation. It’ll be cute if they are because at least his absence would be well described but if that happened, Kate should’ve given me a text. She’s my bff for that reason.

[Bff - best friend forever]

My chest heaved as I exhale. With my recent concern about her fiancé, I doubt I should be calling her that.

*

I stared at the blank document staring at me on my laptop screen. It’s meant to be my journal but I don’t know what to start with.

I don’t know if it should be about Tristan and my reason for being here or if I should just start with Killian.

I swallowed, feeling uneasy. If I start writing this journal and by accident it gets leaked, I’ll hate myself but that’s why I’m taking extra caution. I created a folder which I hid in an app no one would expect with so many folders which contain folders. The name of the folder where my journal is, is the best part about it. No one would suspect a thing.

After calculating all the risks associated with this I decided to go ahead with it. Besides, if I can’t have him, I might as well write a book about him. No one’s ever going to know I’m talking about my experience if the names are interchanged.

’- one -’ I typed on my laptop and froze.

I’m still a bit skeptical. Maybe a text from Kate will ease me up a bit or maybe a night rest. I don’t know why my heart is beating so fast regarding this journal.

My phone buzzed with a soft ding. I think someone texted me, that’s just the perfect distraction I need to get my mind to settle down. I checked the notification screen and smiled. Thinking of the devil.

’Hey bitch, surviving without me?’ Kate asked with the emoji where it winks and sticks a tongue out.

I giggled. ’Sure am. Assignments are killing me.’ I took a picture of my reading table and sent it to her.

’You missed class today. We got stuff to do. Substitute teacher went hard. lol.’

[Lol - laugh out loud]

Kate sent a picture. She’s on a water slide. Oh my God, did she actually skip school to go to a fun fair and without me? I’m jealous.

’Enjoy wracking your head. Do mine x’ Kate texted back.

She’s definitely joking. ’I didn’t pay attention in class. The only thing I heard was her name and I don’t even remember it.’ I texted her and sent.

’Girl, what do I do with you?’ Kate asks via text.

’Nothing. That’s the best part. Live with it.’ I replied.

’Not like I have a choice.’ She texted me immediately.

I want to ask her something. I wonder if she’s with Killian. How do I ask this without sounding curious or pushy?

’I wonder...’ I started texting then cleared it.

’Are you alone x...’

Ugh, this text is worse. I cleared it.

I need something that doesn’t come off as interested. Something subtle. I know she might not have deep thoughts about any text I send regarding her fiancé and this could just be in my head but I still want to be careful. How can a girl ask about someone she’s interested in without showing interest?

Hmm...

Something popped into my head. I got it!

’I wonder, are you alone or did prince charming come over?’ I added the smirk emoji and sent.

’No way would I skip lectures to hang out by myself. He’s here.’ Kate sent a picture.

So Killian is with her. That’s great.

....I think.

’I’m glad you’re having fun.’ I texted.

’Fun? That’s an understatementtt’ She sent me a few GIFs and pictures. Yup, she’s enjoying way too much.

’Take it easy with all the sugar.’ I texted with a smile. Kate’s lucky. I’m stuck with a journal and she has started her fun weekend already. ’I decided to write a book.’ I texted and took a picture of my laptop. It still shows ’- one -’.

’Ouu, nice. What’s it about?’

My heart skipped a beat.

Hmmm. It’s about a lady wanting what she can’t have. A man that’s too bad for her yet she’s getting addicted.

I could tell her that but it’ll be too easy. ’Get here first and read. Love you.’ I sent the text.

’Haha, nice one.’ Kate sent with the thumbs up emoji.

I giggled.

She sent a picture. My eyes widened. ’If you need any aesthetics for your book. Lmao.’

[Lmao - laughing my ass out.]

Now I know she has gone nuts. She just sent me a nude. Typical bestie.

I raised up my shirt and held it in my teeth. I’m not putting on a bra so my tits are out in the open. I took a picture and sent it to her.

’I already have all the aesthetics I need.’ I captioned.

She viewed it. Now she’s typing. I’m anticipating her reply. Her message finally dropped in.

’Your loss. Mine’s hotter. Text me when you get tired and need bustier tits.’

I gasped. She did not just call me flat!

I don’t even know what to say. This girl is unbelievable! I stared at my screen blankly for two minutes.

’I’ll text you later. Gotta run. Bye!’ Kate finally texted me. Her profile switched to ’last seen a minute ago’ and I sighed.

I couldn’t even say bye.

I held my phone for a bit and stared at my laptop. A crazy idea just popped in my head. Why don’t I ask Theresa and the girls for pictures? Those girls are crazy enough to share photos of their mirror pictures of their asses in thongs. It would be so crazy to be honest.

We have a group chat for the girls. It’s called ’Gen z sluts’. Not an ideal name but I’m not complaining.

’Girls! Share your sexiest photos for fifty bucks, I’m trying to deceive a sugar daddy.’ I texted on the group chat with the water gun emoji.

I wonder if anyone is online and if they will do it when they see my text. I hope they will.

I waited a while for a response but I got none. They haven’t seen my message yet. I sighed and exited the chat. Now I’m staring blankly at my phone. I have a lot of messages I haven’t replied to. So damn much and I’m not in the mood to even scroll and read.

I’m scrolling through them anyway. My fingers ran up my screen. I didn’t click on any chat but I read a few of the messages. I rolled my eyes and went back to my chat with Kate.

Rereading out chat makes me laugh. She called me flat, that part is still a buzz kill.

I roll my eyes. I clicked on my photo again and zoomed at my tits. They’re beautiful.

I wonder who else will think that. My eyes widened.

I wonder if Killian liked them when he sucked on them.

My throat tightened. I wonder what he’ll say if he sees them again for a second time.

.... I shouldn’t have these thoughts, and I don’t even have his number. It got deleted from my phone the next morning.

A crazy thought popped in my mind. I got those numbers from Theresa. She should still have them, right?

I’m not actually thinking about getting his number back just to send him my tit picture, am I?

I bit my lip in thought. Of course I’m not. That’s just evil.

I sighed and stared at my phone. If I can’t send my nude to someone I want to, how about I send them to someone else? Someone I don’t know?

How about I try tinder or another dating app? It won’t be a bad idea.

Before I had the chance to rethink my decision, I downloaded tinder and signed in. Now, to create my profile and get

a man to save me from these vile thoughts.

Who knows? Another great night can destroy every trace of the previous.

This is a dumb idea but I wonder if it’ll actually work.