NINETY THREE

JORDAN

“Shut the hell up, you both. It was barely a week we started dating, what do you mean by I might have done something wrong?” My eyes aggressively followed my two friends as they stepped out of the bedroom together.

They have both kept blabbering nonsense that does nothing that to make me more upset.

This was the argument that has been going on for hours now. No matter how much I explain or how long I use convincing them, they just wouldn't believe I was painstakingly telling the truth.

And now, don’t tell me they were both in the shower together?

“Tell me it’s not what I am thinking…” Curiousity configured me, leaving the earlier discussion in the air, as I stared from one to the other.

They have both stopped and fortunately didn’t let my inquisitively heighten before they both surrendered their hands in the air.

“Not what you’re thinking.” It better not. My eyes darted towards the steamy caffeinated coffee goodness ahead on the counter, just what I needed.

I haven’t been