I texted him back:
My smile was plastered on my face when I walked into the office, ready for another productive day. After waking up early and being so productive yesterday, I decided to try to do it again … just not so early.
Jules laughed at me when I told her what time I would be at the office. She wished me luck, telling me she’d be there at a decent normal person time and not serial killer time.
I had already gone through and answered my important emails when Jules walked into the office, handing me my obligatory energy drink, which oddly enough, I decided to only have one a day on weekdays now.
Stupid Mr. Easton.
“What’s that smile for?” I asked Jules, watching her getting her computer ready.
Jules hated the morning. I hadn’t seen her smile this early since college, and that was only because we hadn’t slept and were nearly delirious.
“What smile?” she answered shiftily.
I turned my head, reading my best friend’s weird behavior. “The one on your face. I know you have two sets of lips, but I can only see one.”
Jules rolled her eyes, her smile getting even bigger. “Well, the second set is smiling just as big if you must know.”
“I’ll take your word for it. The only time I need to see your second pair of lips is when you have a bump I need to check out.”
“I’d never had an ingrown hair there before. Please excuse me for panicking to my best friend.”
“I’m always here if you need a suspicious bump looked at.”
“And that is why I love you the most,” she replied.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re in such a good mood this early in the morning? Did you find another couple on your unicorn website?”
Jules watched me, nibbling on her lip to keep the smile at bay. This was one of Jules’ tells that she was keeping something from me.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel weird for getting on that website. I don’t and never will judge you.” I refused to make my best friend feel bad about her decisions. And who was I to judge anyone for their choices?
Thinking I’d made her keep things from me because she feared my reaction, my stomach churned. We’d always been open with each other about everything. Hell, we took pictures of our vaginas to show each other for medical purposes for fuck’s sake.
“Shut up, you dumb cow. I know you wouldn’t judge me. Stop being so fucking weird,” Jules huffed. “I’m trying something new and I don’t really have anything to say. It’s stupid, and I knowit’s not going to work. Probably, not going to work,” she said in a wistful voice.
I eyed her, wishing I could pluck what she was thinking out of her pretty head.
“Stop, weirdo, you’re not going to pull it out of my head because there isn’t anything to pull out. I promise when I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Okay, fucking mind reader,” I muttered, going back to my laptop.
“Not a mind reader, just your best friend who knows you better than you know yourself.” She smirked, downing her energy drink.
That odd feeling in my stomach increased because up until this conversation I thought I knew her better than she knew herself as well. It seemed like my best friend was capable of keeping things from me and I fucking hated it.
“Do you want to do something tonight?” I asked when I was able to get my hurt feelings under control.
Jules blushed, glancing at her phone. “I have plans tonight.”
“Does this have anything to do with this mysterious something new?”
“It does. I promise, Rach, it isn’t anything. Please don’t think I’m hiding anything from you.”
I opened my mouth, wanting to tell her she was keeping something from me, but I refrained.
My eyes widened at the thought that struck me. “You’re not having more than threesomes, are you? Because the amount of legs in a foursome or more would be insane. How would you keep track?”