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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
I pushed open the heavy door of my best friend Jake's barbershop and stepped inside.
A bell above the door rang out, alerting him to my presence.
The familiar scent of bay rum and sandalwood filled my nose, and my hand automatically went to my short brown hair, even though I'd only had it cut a week ago.
"Hey, man," Jake called, his hazel eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
His hands were busy at the time, trimming the hair of a guy that looked like he'd stuck his finger in an electrical outlet.
"Looking for a cut?"
"Not today."
I smiled and shook my head.
"I was just stopping by to say hi."
Jake's dark brows lifted.
"To me?" he asked, "or to Belle?"
My girlfriend and he were friends, but I could never understand why.
They had absolutely nothing in common, and I often found myself wondering if it was more than friendship.
I moved deeper into the shop, past the waiting area with its worn leather chairs and scattered magazines.
The afternoon sun streamed through the front window, casting long shadows across the checkerboard floor.
My eyes swept methodically from corner to corner, checking each station.
Empty chairs faced silent mirrors.
A half-empty coffee cup sat abandoned on one counter.
The back room's door was slightly ajar, and I heard rustling sounds coming from within.
Jake continued working on his client's hair, his scissors snipping rhythmically as he watched me in the mirror.
I moved closer to the back room, my eyes on the floor.
Blonde hair lay scattered across the linoleum, leading a trail to the open door.
The rustling grew louder, and I could hear papers shuffling, drawers opening and closing.
Jake's scissors continued snipping behind me, but I knew his eyes were fixed on my reflection in the mirror.
I paused in the doorway, my hand resting on the frame.
Through the gap between the door and wall, I saw movement - a flash of Belle's bright blue dress between rows of storage shelves.
She hadn't noticed me yet.
My stomach tightened as I watched her frantically searching through Jake's supplies, shoving items into her purse.
I stood silently in the doorway, watching Belle's frantic movements.
Her blonde hair fell across her face as she crouched lower, reaching deep into Jake's bottom drawer.
The few strands that had fallen around her feet caught the dim light from the single bulb in the storage room.
My hands clenched into fists as I saw several bottles of hair product and a pair of expensive scissors disappearing into her bag.
The metallic sound of another drawer opening echoed through the small space.
I turned away, leaving the shop without a word.
The bell above the door jingled as I pushed it open.
Belle jumped, dropping the bottle of hair product in her hand.
It shattered on the floor, releasing a pungent smell that filled the small storage room.
Her face flushed red as she scrambled to gather the spilled contents with trembling hands.
I stood in the doorway, watching her stuff paper towels into her purse along with the stolen items.
Jake stepped away from his customer, moving closer to see what was happening.
Belle's eyes darted between us as she backed toward the storage room's exit.
"Ethan, wait, I can explain," she stammered, but I didn't move, blocking her only way out.
Jake's scissors were still in his hand, having abandoned his customer halfway through the haircut.
His eyes flicked between us, and he took a step back, giving me space.
Belle's eyes searched for an escape route, but she was trapped.
I could see the fear in her eyes as she realized she had nowhere to go.
The anger that had filled me at the sight of her stealing subsided, replaced by a cold determination.
This wasn't the place for this confrontation.
Without saying a word, I shifted my weight and stepped away from the door frame.
Belle rushed past me, her shoulder brushing mine as she hurried through the shop.
Jake's voice cut through the tension, low and steady.
"Ethan, you gonna let her go just like that?"
I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Not yet. But I need to know why first."