Janet and I had been best friends for aeons, before him, even the mere thought of one of us betraying the other was unfathomable. Janet was more than a sister, our relationship was incredibly amazing. She understood me in ways no one did and neither did I. It felt like our relationship had stood through all tests. I mean, we did have arguments here and there, we disagreed because we were human but our relationship was so strong betrayal was not an option.
Then something happened she met someone. He made her happy. Michael was dashing and gentle. As if fate was not a b**** enough Janet and I both met Michael at the same time. I admit ever since my eyes locked with his I felt a tingly feeling down my spine. I however brushed it off as soon as I realized that she had a thing for him and vice versa so it seemed.
Janet and Michael had instant chemistry so they started off their relationship quite fast.
“…things just happened,” she kept saying with a very broad smile.
I was happy for my best friend she really did seem happy. Michael was a good boyfriend. I adored how gentle he was with her, how keenly he listened to her, how well he knew what she liked, and how often he gifted her flowers out of nowhere, every gesture he made only made me find him even more attractive. I loved how he loved her, as bad as it sounds a part of me wanted him for myself.
Seeing as she was my best friend I happened to spend so much time with the two.
“Hi babe, join us for dinner tonight. We are making your favourite, “ she’d say randomly on a call.
“I have an early cat tomorrow, I should stay home and study,” I would say in a desperate attempt to excuse myself.
“Oh, Michael will drop you back early and I promise we’ll give you time to study,” she’d reply.
For some reason, they both never took no for an answer. More often than not I found myself in his apartment it became ‘normal’. I didn’t know if they realized it then but every time we were together it felt as if they were not so much in a relationship but embraced friendship more maybe to make me feel comfortable.
Eventually, my secret crush on my best friend’s boyfriend grew so much it became a problem. Sometimes when I hugged him hello or goodbye I’d get little knots in my stomach, or he’d randomly compliment me and I’d feel the warmth in my face and my cheeks blush. Every time I prayed silently that neither he nor my best friend noticed. Except she did but she assumed I’d gotten fond of him and well it was a good sign for her relationship.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been this fond of any of my boyfriends in the past. I love it!” she’d say often with a warm smile.
“He is a good guy and he makes you happy. So, yes babe I am fond of him,” I’d reassuringly add.
I knew by every passing day that things were getting out of hand. My feelings for Janet’s boyfriend were already a betrayal of our relationship. One night after we’d gone out for some drinks Janet had a little too many and blacked out so we brought her back to his apartment and tacked her in. Michael and I were still sober so we decided one more beer would do. I cannot tell if it was the beauty of the stars from his balcony or that we were both tipsy or perhaps that we’d shared our darkest memories but we had a moment. Our eyes locked, and he leaned in so close I could feel his breath on my skin. My heart was racing I wanted to feel his lips so bad but there was still a voice of reason in my consciousness. My best friend, his girlfriend, was in bed in the next room. So I pulled away and excused myself to go to the washroom.
For the first time, I almost thought I was not deranged. I could feel it he wanted me to. We shared the same feelings! The realization of that caused an overwhelming emotion; the excitement that he might have liked me and the horror of who I was for feeling that way.
I escaped my reality that night but I knew it would catch up with me eventually. I felt so guilty about my feelings I avoided Janet for as long as I could. I wish it was the same for Michael but no matter how much I avoided it I thought about him every second of every day. I thought of solutions to my dilemma. I could have come clean to Janet but I was too afraid it would break our already dented relationship. Thought of confronting Michael about that night but I knew I was too weak to be in the same room with him.
Meanwhile, their relationship went on. Janet felt that something was wrong and she begged me to tell her what it was.
“I have issues with my mom. It’s nothing am sure we will be fine in no time,” I lied when we finally met for coffee.
“Am glad that’s all babe. It felt like you were drifting from our friendship. This is such a relief, ” she said genuinely.
I was too much of a coward to do anything about my feelings for Michael, let alone my suspicion that he felt the same way. In my mind I was protecting my relationship with Janet, little did I know my betrayal was inevitable. I eased back into our friendship but avoided being the third wheel like before. A couple of months later Janet left for a work retreat and Michael and I were alone none of us could resist the other so we betrayed Janet. One night of steamy lovemaking after months of sexual tension was all it took for me to break my friendship with Janet.
Fortunately or unfortunately we never stopped. Janet came home and we let her know what had happened. She was broken and wanted nothing to do with either one of us. We however ended up together bad as it sounds I ended up being the girl who fell in love with her best friend’s boyfriend and stole him from her.
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