= SARAH POV =

I don’t think there is a way for this to get worse. I really don’t think so. I found myself pacing up and down the guest room, thinking hard about how I had gotten to this point. I’m sure I said, or at least tried to say…that this was a joke…but Chris…Chris was angry, and I don’t know why! It was her choice to have s** in her house, what did that have to do with me? I'm the one who should be upset that I have to witness that! 

I looked around the room and saw that although I had packed up my stuff, I had left the bedding unfolded, the closet doors were ajar and I hadn’t cleaned off the makeup stains from the dresser table.

‘Ah. She must have been upset that I didn’t clean up before I left…and now she's worried that I’ll mess up someone else’s apartment…and they might scold me. I thought to myself.

‘But that still didn’t explain why she literally jumped up mid-se… I mean also why was she doing it so openly, I know she has friends with benefits, but she usually went to their places, I think. Also, I really need to ask Jenny how she managed to achieve Friends with Benefits Status where I couldn’t even achieve casual coffee date status.’

I cleaned up the room as much as possible, however, I seemed to manage to accidentally rip out the clothing line pole from inside the closet, so I had to just stack my clothes in my open suitcase and push it against the wardrobe. The clothes I had in the suitcase had been just enough to last me three nights when I was doing the final inspection of the old apartment. I had intended to go to the new apartment and wash them at the laundromat, however now I had no idea what to do… Would Chris allow me to use her washing machine? And should I also throw in some of her clothes so that I’m doing one of the “Three ‘c’s” ? Also….

I felt my cheeks growing hot as I was folding my clothes so I put down the garment and massaged my face. The thought of Chris, sweaty and hot, holding onto my luggage like it was a lifeline, was seared into my mind. I had tried to ignore the heavy musky smell that lingered around her, but it was all I could think of and I felt so terrible. I was jealous. I wish I was Jenny. I wish I was sexy enough to command that kind of a response from someone as cool and competent as Chris. 

I had tried to ignore the heavy musky smell that lingered around her, but it was all I could think of and I felt so terrible. I was jealous. I wish I was Jenny. I wish I was sexy enough to command that kind of a response from someone as cool and competent as Chris.

I shook my head and tried to dispel the thought. Jenny was gorgeous, unlike me, she was oozing with confidence, and look at that perfectly straight hair and large almond eyes…She clearly was the better choice.

I pulled at my own curly locks. Maybe I should get my hair straightened.

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