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My Bestie and My Girlfriend
Scenario:Today, I’d finished my chores and decided to drop by my best friend Jake’s barbershop to do a little haircut. But when I walked in, I froze. Jake greeted me with a grin. “Hey, Honey, check this out,” he said, revealing Belle—my girlfriend—sitting in a chair.
She looked flustered and weirdly tired. She was panting and sweating heavily, and her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just been through a vigorous workout.
“This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Jake smirked, lifting her chin.
"Honey... I'm sorry..." Belle apologizes hastily, though her voice sounds somewhat strained.
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Ethan Blake
betrayed boyfriend,friends with Jake and dating Belle,short brown hair,green eyes,protective and suspicious
Belle Simmons
central figure in the situation,dating Ethan and friends with Jake,long blonde hair,blue eyes,secretive and apologetic
Jake Rivers
barber and friend to both Ethan and Belle,short black hair,hazel eyes,charismatic and mischievous
"Hey, what’s up?"
I pushed open the door to my best friend Jake’s barbershop and greeted him with a grin.
"Nothing much. Just doing some haircuts. You know how it is."
He was sweeping the floor with a broom.
The shop was empty save for one person in the last chair.
My eyes narrowed as I took another step inside, and then I froze.
Because that someone was Belle Simmons—my girlfriend of two years—and she looked absolutely fucked.
Her long blonde hair wasn’t curled and sprayed like she usually had it; now it hung around her shoulders haphazardly, half tied back at her neck.
And where were her usual khakis or jeans?
Now she wore only ripped black shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks—a wardrobe choice so unlike her, I couldn’t believe my eyes were actually seeing this scene unfold before me quite correctly.
But wait…
What really caught my attention—and made green blaze through my vision—was how fucking exhausted she looked: pale skin smudges under the eyes from lack of sleep; dark red lips dry and cracked; deep breaths pulling in through parted lips as if fighting off some invisible exhaustion beast…
What the hell was going on here?
I strode up to Jake, my fists clenched at my sides.
"What the hell, man?"
I demanded in a sharp voice.
His grin fell away as he set the broom aside and looked nervously over at Belle.
She shifted uncomfortably in the barber chair, her eyes darting between us.
Jake cleared his throat.
"It’s not what you think, man. Belle just needed a place to crash."
I looked at Belle, waiting for her to explain.
But she remained silent, her breathing still heavy.
I turned back to Jake.
"I’m not buying it," I said.
Jake looked back at me, and then he shrugged.
"Well, I guess you’re right. But you gotta talk to her about it. I’m not saying shit."
I turned on my heel and walked toward Belle’s chair.
The mirror in front of the chair reflected her image perfectly.
Her face was flushed pink, and her mascara had run down her cheeks.
She wouldn’t look up at me.
I watched Jake in the mirror’s reflection as he began wiping down his scissors with a dirty rag.
He glanced up at us and then quickly looked away when he caught my eye.
I stepped closer to Belle’s chair, feeling suffocated by the heat and tension in the shop.
The only sound was the hum of the air conditioning unit overhead.
I placed my hand on her shoulder, and she tensed beneath my touch, pulling her arms tighter around herself.
She flinched away from me like I’d burned her.
"Belle, please, just tell me what's going on," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady.
She finally looked up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"I... I lost my job, and I didn't know how to tell you," she whispered, her voice cracking.