Chapter Seven

07

I had just been woken up by a strong urge to go and take a leak, and you know what they say about everything is louder at night - they lied. It was like I was under a spell and couldn't move. I stood there and watched as he squeezed her ass, deepening their kiss. I could have been standing there for hours and they wouldn't have even noticed me. Was he enjoying himself or was it my lips he was thinking of kissing instead? Why are they even… I couldn't grasp my head around why it was her, of all the girls in the house - why was it fucking her?

Have they been doing this in secret? Why would he then confess his feelings for me just last night, what did he gain from lying to me?

"He likes it when you squeeze his butt," I say. I was disgusted and speechless and somehow that urge of wanting to use the restroom disappeared.

She immediately pushed him away from her and rushed towards me.

"Dayo, I'm begging you to stay far away from me." Her feet immediately came to a halt.

"It wasn't her fault," he mumbles, not looking me in the eye.

"I need you to shut the fuck up." He played me and I let him, but the one that made me the biggest fool was her. It didn't make sense why she would be kissing him.

"So was it your idea to have him lie to me last night about his supposed feelings?" I turn to look at her. She shakes her head and turns to look at him in shock.

"I had so much to say but somehow I don't have the energy."

"Nurys," they both say in unison.

"I'm sorry, I'm as confused as you are. Can we talk, please," Dayo pleads with me.

"I just can't believe you."

"Dayo, can you please give us a moment alone."

"Why should she do that? I will be the one to leave. She hasn't given you what you want yet."

I hear the door latch behind her. "Why her? It could have been any of the other two girls."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight."

"Do men ever think straight when it comes to what's down there." I point at the bulge in his jeans.

"You are angry, rightfully so, but don't be angry at Dayo. It's my fault, I kissed her."

"She didn't stop you while knowing how I feel about you."

"You like me?" He asked, his face seeming pleased.

"You can drop the smirk because tonight, I lost those feelings for you."

"Nurys…"

"You are such a jerk, Basim."

"I'm tired of the insults, you can stop." He clenches his jaw. Is he seriously being annoyed right now? He had no right to be.

"Now you're the one that's upset, how funny," I scoff.

"I'm not upset, I'm over this." He gestures between us and moves to walk past me.

"You're going to leave me here talking to myself?" I ask, already sounding defeated.

He turns to look at me. "If you're still upset about me kissing Dayo, then I'm sorry but don't expect another apology after that."

I'm not sure what I wanted him to say, but not that - especially not that.

"I don't think we can be friends anymore," I whisper.

"Look at me," he demands. "What did you just say?"

"I can't be friends with you." I kept his stare, the decision was harsh and maybe I would regret it (I knew I was going to first thing in the morning), but at this moment all I could think about was his hands on her butt as his mouth devoured hers.

He stood there in silence, took a deep breath and then opened his mouth to comment. "If that's what you want, then so be it."

What a jerk.

I'm a Social Bug

I couldn't sleep. I kept turning, waiting for sleep to overcome me, but nothing. At six in the morning, I heard my door creak open, and although I immediately closed my eyes, I knew it was him. He stood there for a minute and I would have given him a penny for his thoughts if I wasn't still upset with him.

"Nurys," He calls out above a whisper, loud enough for me to hear, but I don't move. Was I going to let him leave without saying a proper goodbye? I heard him sigh and somehow that made my anger dissipate.

"Basim," I called out to him.

"Yes?" He opens the door a little more.

"Bye," I whispered and disappointment lingered on his face a little longer. What did he expect for me to say? Stay?

"Bye, Nurys." With that, he turns and closes the door behind him. I didn't realise I was crying until I heard the front door close. What does this mean for our friendship? He said this wouldn't change anything, now look what a mess we have made of our friendship. Feelings are meant to be kept hidden, never shared.

I grab my pillow and grab onto it for dear life. My phone lights up from the bedroom table where it layed.

Asf _Basim

I didn't need google translate to tell me why I had fallen for him in the first place. It wasn't only because of the physical attraction, the gentleness he possesses, I knew I would never find it in any other guy.

I couldn't afford to reschedule my flight date, so here I was, sitting in front of the one girl I thought would have my back before anyone else's. Azaila was busy typing away on her phone, oblivious to the tension in the room.

"What are we doing today?" Rossita asks, standing in a t-shirt and shorts.

"Umm…" Dayo clears her throat. "I'm not sure. Didn't have time to prepare," she admits apologetically.

"How could she, she was so busy last night," I chip in. If petty was a person, it wouldn't be far fetched to name her Nurys.

"Huh?" Rossita stood there, a deer in headlights as I glared at Dayo, eagerly planning for her gruesome death.

"Girls," Azailia chirps, looking up from her phone for the first time. Our heads turn to acknowledge her. "My manager needs me to make an appearance at Lush Bar during lunch hour, so how about we put a plug in whatever is going on here and get ready."

"I don't think I'm in the mood to put a fake smile on my face right now," I claim.

"We should go support Azaila," Rossita says.

"Cameras will be on you so make sure you are not caught wearing something that will be a fashion don't," Azailia says, already standing up to leave.

"I'm seriously not in the mood," I say, moaning in annoyance as no one seems to be listening.

"No excuses, Nurys. I need you." That was the end of it, I shut my mouth and nod. I needed to be a supportive friend today, as for me and Dayo - that would have to be dealt with on a different day.

It's said to get over someone, you need to get under someone else but what if you've been under so many and still haven't gotten over him?

Get under another person.

"Nurys, meet Joel. Him and I go way back," Azaila introduces us. He was handsome, no one could take that away from him. I force a smile and turn to meet his eyes.

"I don't want to be here either," he leans towards me and whispers.

"Is it that noticeable?" I ask, apologetically and he nods affirmatively.

"Nurys, the paparazzis could be watching, behave," Azaila lets me know, disapprovingly.

"They don't even know me," I whine.

"You said you would behave, havalı değil." she scolds before walking away.

"Right, don't ask me what was the last thing she said. Your guess is as good as mine," I tell Joel, who seemed rather amused.

"Want to get some fresh air outside?" He asks, nodding his head towards the exit door.

"Is that code for you want to fuck me?" I question and he lets out a very unattractive laugh.

"You've got a mouth on you. You could have warned me." He scratches his head.

"Sorry," I smile. "But you didn't answer my question."

"No, I just wanted to speak to you privately and get some fresh air at the same time," he claims, and I had no choice but to believe him and if by the end of the night I am in his bed, I will have to tell him I told him so.

I let him usher me outside and for the rest of the night, I didn't think of Basim or Dayo. We spoke for what felt like minutes until he started dragging me to his car.

"Taking me to your place?" I ask, a smirk lingering in the corner of my lips.

"Shut up, and get in. I am dropping you home."

"Wait, seriously?" I ask, bringing my feet to a stop. It was a moment of utter shock, this man seriously didn't want to fuck me? I had told the girls to go home without me, thinking I was getting some action before I had to return home.

"I want more than a fuck session, am I not deserving of that?" He asked and I stood there, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words.

"How about we grab coffee or lunch next week, would it work for you?" He asks me, and I quickly return from my funk.

"I'm not here next week. I will be returning to Cape Town in two days," I admit.

"Shit, umm…" he stops to think for a second. "I can shift some stuff around and be available for dinner tomorrow if you are free?" He asks and I nod. If it meant I wouldn't have to be in the same room as Dayo, I would jump at any opportunity.

He smiles, placing his hand on my naked back as we both walk towards his car.

He was hot and a good conversationalist. Dinner would be great and sex sounded like the perfect dessert.