SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 67 - SIXTY SEVEN

Chapter 67: Chapter SIXTY SEVEN

- HAZEL -

As much as I’d enjoy being his bed potato and let him take care of me, I have classes to attend and a life to live. Hence, school resumes.

And not even this cold can shield me from skipping school. Especially not when I barely escaped the first time I missed classes.

I plug my ears with my air pods as loud chatter fills the hall the moment the professor exits. We have another class in fifteen minutes. I could go get some fresh air, but I won’t risk it.

I turn to the side and dip my hand inside my bag, taking my water bottle out. I open it and drink some water. Now I carefully drop it back and return to making highlights with markers on my book pages. I’m only marking the most important parts to reread later.

We haven’t had tests in a while and I fear it’s right around the corner. The good part about that is if it happens unannounced, I’ll be prepared.

I check the time on my phone which is on the books on my desk. I have ten minutes till the next class starts. That’s good. I still have a lot of time to cover this page.

I go on my Spotify to change the song playing in my ears and drop my phone back, if I hold my phone for too long, I’ll get distracted. My phone has been buzzing with messages since that dinner and I didn’t tell anyone about me drowning. Not even my parents or Kate.

With the recent attention I’m getting from my friends, the least I want is for them to worry about me more. I’m sure Patty and everyone else would book a flight just to see me. That would be nice but I’d rather not.

If they find out, it won’t take long till my parents do and I want to avoid all of that. I also didn’t tell Kate because she has been invested in a lot of things recently.

Remember that time we joked about her uncle dying? It seems the universe took that to heart. Kate’s uncle, her mom’s brother, is terribly sick and her mom’s side of the family

is trying to bend the will against Kate’s mom’s favour. Although with her dad’s connections and wealth, her mother doesn’t need her side of the family’s wealth but it seems there are a lot of things way too deep for either of us to understand. Things even her mother can’t tell her.

Apparently, Kate’s grandfather married three wives. And when he died, he left a will for the family of his first wife, which involves Kate’s mom and her brother. Now the will is in possession of Kate’s uncle and since he’s not in good health to show proof of the will, chaos rose in her maternal side.

All I’m aware of now is Kate’s uncle is in coma and his health keeps getting worse. This whole charade seems planned by the family of the last two wives but who am I to say a thing?

To think all this would’ve been avoided if Kate’s grandpa stuck his dick in his pants. A place my hands on my mouth to hold myself from laughing. That was insensitive. This is a serious matter and it’s affecting Kate.

I still don’t know how she’s linked into any of this particularly but she’s worried and I really hate how I can’t do anything to cheer her up or take her mind off it for a few minutes.

All I can do, which I have been doing for the past two days, are writing and typing her notes in her note books and computer, while making the necessary submissions for her. I also attend some of her classes in her stead when I don’t have any lectures. I really hope this support eases some tension off her.

I’m worried too.

I exhale. My eyes darts to my phone. Five more minutes till class starts.

Kate and I are supposed to have this class together but there’s no sign of her. I doubt she’ll show up. This sucks.

Two nights ago, I was in the bed of her fiancé when I could’ve been with her.

Another sigh leaves my lips. Reminiscing won’t change a thing now, all I can do is aid from the sidelines. I’m really tempted to tell my parents about her situation. They’re influential. I’m sure their support would aid but she strongly advised me against it. It’s a private matter, the more people are involved, the worse the situation will get. I still don’t understand how but I’d rather not be the reason for an extended fued.

I drop my highlighter on the page and grab my phone. I want to call her. If she needs me, I’ll explain to the professor why I need to be absent just to be with her. The moment my phone unlocks, and I head to my chats, messages flood in. I’ve always been connected to the school WiFi so this kind of made me stunned.

I wait for my messages to drop fully while tapping my foot on the ground impatiently. The professor will be here in two minutes.

Fuck!

Can the network be any slower?!

I switch to my data and huff, still waiting.

The time on my last messages finally correlates to the current time. I barge in her chat.

’Kate, I’m worried about you. Where are you? Need company?’ I text.

I feel so uneasy.

’If you need me, let me know. I’ll drop everything for you without question.’ I text again. ’Please reply to me when you see this. I love you.’ I add the cute puppy eyes emoji with three pink heart emojis and send the message.

She’s not online. I don’t know if I should take that as a good sign or a bad one.

My eyes darts up to the time on my phone. It’s time for class. I examine the staff entrance, searching for a masculine figure. The class I’m about to have at this moment is Killian’s. He’s not here either.

Maybe he’s with her. Maybe he’s being her emotional support. My throat tightens. If that’s the case, I know she needs it yet it irks me. I wonder how he comforts her in certain situations.

Does he cuddle her like he does to me? And what kind of words and affirmations does he say? I swallow.

My best friend is going through something terrible yet my mind is wrapped around how Killian shows her support? I’m truly a horrible person. I call her line.

It goes straight to voicemail.

I call her again. With each ring, I could tell she wasn’t going to answer.

’Kate, if you don’t text me right now, I swear I will host a search parole for you. Try me!’ Threats are the last thing she needs but I can’t know how she is if she doesn’t reply to me. I don’t even know where she is. Maybe she’s sleeping.

The notification of her typing pops on my screen. See? It worked!

’Hazel...’ That was her first message.

’I’m fine. Just tired.’ Follows after.

’Do you need me with you, Kate?’ I ask via text, truly concerned. ’Are you alone? Where are you?’ I rush her with texts before she goes offline.

’I’m in my dorm. No, you don’t need to. I’ll be fine.’

She won’t be.

I have dealt with family issues before. They seem like no big deal but actually are. It meddles with one’s mental health.

’I’m coming. See you in a bit.’ I send to her.

’Thank you.’ Kate sends wth a sad, smiley emoji and a heart emoji. See? She needs me.

I immediately pack my books in my bag messily and put my laptop in carefully. "Sorry, excuse me, I’m coming out." I say to the lady by my side. She folds her legs backwards to the chair to give me space. The space between the desks and the chairs aren’t really... spacey. The other people by the signed give way for me to pass till I got to the center stairs and make my way up.

I’m walking out of the class with my phone in my hand and the moment I get out the door, someone bumps into me.

Good thing the grip on the phone was good.

"I’m sorry." Slid in my ears quickly before I could look up. The person apologized and before I could say anything, he darts away.

That was odd.

I couldn’t see the face of the stranger but I perceived his perfume. He smells good.

I follow him with my eyes. Wearing a grey shirt and black jeans is the male.

Wait. Grey.

My eyes fix on his shirt. I almost forgot what that word does to me, yet now, it resurfaces in my head out of nowhere.

Our colour is grey.

Why am I thinking of this now? A soft ding slid in my ears, snapping me back to reality. I raise my hand up, bringing my phone to meet my gaze. That ding was a notification text from Killian.

’Do you still have that necklace I gave you?’ The text reads.

My brows furrow. ’What necklace?’ I ask, confused.

’Meet me in my office.’

I blink twice. That was random. So random. And what does he mean by a necklace? He didn’t g

ive me one. I press my thighs together and bite my lower lip. But how badly I want to scream the colour grey for him. With him.

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