Mirage by Ashley Suzanne

you’re already bringing bitches back to OUR apartment to screw. In the almost five years I have known you, I have never seen you bring back random girls to your place, and I was there almost as much as you. What the shit?” I say, as I try to defuse the situation.
    “Again Mira, I’ll say it again. I’m going to go in my room, I’m going to nail that girl and then I’m going to go to bed. If you would like to join us, I’m sure she would be okay with that, I know I would be,” Skylar says with a disgusting look in his eyes.
    “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen guy,” I say back to him, hoping he could tell I wasn’t in a mood to play his little game.
    “Why not Mi? I had a little taste and I’m sure she would like one too,” Skylar says.
    “That’s what that was, Sky, a taste? That’s how you look at me? Like a fucking taste?” I yell as I move towards him. I place my palm on his chest and shove him. “Before you brought this tart back to OUR apartment, if you recall, I was trying to talk to you. Maybe discuss what happened, I don’t know, what, just a few hours ago.”
    “Mira, I said---,” Skylar starts to respond before I cut him off.
    “Nope. I let you spit your hate at me earlier. It’s my turn now, guy. I was going to try to explain to you that the only other person who was EVER in my bed was Danny. He was my only, until you. Shows how stupid I was to think, for one second, that you could ever stand in his shadows. Now for the rest of my life, when I think about the lovers I’ve had, you will be lumped in a category with the best man either one of us ever knew,” I say with tears welling up in my eyes. Not sure if they were tears of sadness or anger. I think I feel equal parts of those emotions, but I won’t let him see my sadness. Skylar McBride only deserves my anger.
    “You know, it’s not really your fault, Sky. I’m the dumb one right. The naive girl who thought that after the death of the one person she ever loved, she would find comfort in his best friend. I know I hurt you. Believe me, I feel so terrible about those two words. They will haunt me forever. But you, Skylar Landon McBride, hurt me to the core. I have never been treated so foul by someone I held dear to me. Maybe God took the wrong person that day. Maybe he made a colossal fuck up. Maybe it shouldn’t have been Danny because Danny would have never hurt me like this FOR ANY REASON,” I yell, finishing what I had to say.
    I turn away from him. Skylar tries to grab my arm to turn me around.
    “Don’t.” I say to him, “You will never touch me ever again. Do you understand me? I said all I have to say to you. If you won’t move Skylar, I will.”
    I continue back to my bedroom. I hear his door shut and Heather’s giggles resume before I even make it back to my bed. My mouth is so dry and the lump in my throat grew bigger. I bury my face in my pillows and let all of the emotion out from the last twenty-four hours.
    How is it possible that in the last year, I have lost the love of my life, my best friend and a guy who has been so kind to help me through Danny’s loss? A guy that I thought I had feelings for. A guy that I thought looked at me the same way I looked at him.
    I wake up Monday morning much earlier than usual. I leave my room to use the bathroom and take a shower. I notice that Skylar’s door is still closed. “Thank God,” I whisper sarcastically. I have never, in my life, showered as quickly as I did this morning.
    I open the bathroom door to go back to my bedroom and Skylar is at the door, giving Heather a kiss good bye. Well I’ll be damned. I cannot be in this house with him today. I have to get out of here.
    Skylar turns back towards me, after closing the door behind Heather. As soon as our eyes meet, I could swear I see a glimpse of guilt in his crystal blue eyes. Then his lips turned up in a devious smirk. It wasn’t the same smirk he gave me last night. It was a ‘you mad bro’