Eden Desrosiers-King
You know I can’t stay long. Alana’s waiting.
I mean… if that doesn’t scream side piece, I don’t know what does.
Now, before you come for me in the comments, let me be clear: I’m not trying to ruin Eden’s life. I liked him. I really did. But watching him parade around with Alana like they’re some fairy tale couple while he was with me behind closed doors? That’s not cute
That’s not noble.
That’s justcheating.
Especially when the girl he’s using is genuinely sweet. I’ve got no beef with Alana. Honestly, I feel bad for her. She deserves better than someone who’s only committed when people are watching.
So, Eden… if you’re reading this?
You played the wrong girl. And the truth always comes out.
xoxo,
Tori
What.
The.
Fuck.
“Fake relationship?” Kaan said the moment his head lifted as he finished reading the article.
“Hooooowww?” Sharma added quickly, taking a seat on my sofa. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, holding his head up with his hands as he let out a long sigh. “I mean… Eden, seriously. How wasanyof this fake? You guys were so in love. I was sure about that!”
I had two options. I could either come clean altogether and tell my best friends about the whole deal. Or I could at leasttryto salvage this in hopes it would prevent Alana from getting hurt any further than I was sure she already did.
It was real to me. Not at the beginning, but the more time we spent together, the more stuff we did together, our relationship turned into something so much more. It wasn’tjusta fake relationship anymore.
I couldn’t have given any more fucks about Tori’s stupid article, had it only affected me.
She was straight up lying. But why?
Those pictures were so old, I couldn’t even remember the exact time. It was definitely freshman year of college, though. We’d gotten alongonenight. One evening that I thought she wasn’t the most horrible person I’d ever met.
I ran both hands through my hair and got up, pacing because sitting still felt like I might combust. I was so wired I couldn’t even feel the floor under my feet.
“I haven’t spoken to Tori inyears,” I muttered. “I don’t even have her number anymore. That message? I swear to god, that’s not even real.”
Sharma looked up. “You think she faked it?”
“Yeah, dude, obviously. You think I’d be dumb enough to cheat on someone?”
Kaan whistled low under his breath and shook his head. “Damn, man. That’s messed up. She must’ve been saving that stuff. Just waiting.”
“I barely even remember that party,” I said, my voice sharper than I wanted it to be. “We talked. That’s it. Maybe flirted a little, I’m not sure. It was freshman year. I was an idiot. Alana was in high school at that time.”
“But she made it sound like you were still hooking up recently,” Sharma said quietly.
“I wasn’t. I wouldn’t.” I stopped pacing. “You guys know how I feel about Alana. Youknow. I’ve never looked at anyone the way I look at her.”
They both nodded, silent now.