|Exception to the Rule
Author: Rahrah5 PM
Aubree wasn't the kind of girl to kiss her best friend's ex boyfriend. Or sleep with him. Or fall for him. She knew the golden rule, and she wouldn't risk losing her friendship with Hannah over it. Would she? When it came to Parker, Aubree found herself wishing there was an expection to the rule.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 18 - Words: 31,145 - Reviews: 85 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 53 - Updated: 01-20-13 - Published: 06-16-12 - id: 3032973
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There are only so many reasons to explain why my phone would be going off at nearly two am, just a few measly hours before one of the biggest finals of my junior year of college. A death in the family. Someone was in an awful car accident. A random person that had my number thought it would be a fun idea to drunk dial me. Or worst case scenario, it was someone calling the wrong number. After blinking my eyes a few times to try to make out the name on my caller ID, I vaguely made out Hannah, the name of my best friend. Suddenly, all those reasons flew out the window. Why would she be calling me so late? She had a final even earlier than I did!
"Hello?" My voice cracked, horsed from being woken up out of a deep sleep.
"Aubree…" She chocked out, then burst into tears.
I felt my eyes snap open and my heart dropped into my stomach. I sat up straight in bed, my mind racing with every horrifying scenario possible. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"It's Parker…he…broke up…with me," she said, in-between heavy sobs.
I felt my mouth drop open in surprise, that was definitely one scenario I hadn't thought of. "Are you serious?"
"Do I sound like I'm joking?" She yelled before the tears started back up once again.
"No, I'm sorry, I just can't believe it!" My mind was racing with so many different thoughts. On the one hand, I felt relieved she wasn't hurt, physically at least, but on the other hand, I knew my best friend's heart was breaking in half. Not to mention I felt a little guilty, since I had been the one that introduce the two of them together.
Parker and I worked together at Stuffed Crust, the best pizza place on campus. We worked every Tuesday night together, which happened to be the one dead night of the week. So we spend most of the time playing cards at one of the tables, stealing slices of pizza when the owner would step out, and playing catch with the dough we would set out so it would harden. He was single, which I decided was such a waste since he was so striking to look at, charming in a refreshing way and had a flawless smile. Since I had a boyfriend at the time, I knew there was no one better for him than my very own best friend. It took me about a month to convince him to go out with her, but once he agreed, they hit really hit it off. So well in fact, they have been together for over a year. Well, were together over a year, I guess I should say.
"I thought we were meant to be," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What happened?" Maybe it was possible that she blew the whole thing up to be bigger than what it was.
"Can I come over? I'd feel better talking in person, plus I don't want to be alone right now."
I glanced at the clock on the table next to my bed. If I went to bed right now, I would maybe get another four and a half hours of sleep. But if Hannah were to come over, I'd be up all night most likely. I shook my head, instantly annoyed at myself. What was wrong with me? Her heart was breaking and all I could think about was sleep. When me and Jordan broke up, she had made me a cake to help heal my pain, and I couldn't even listen to her talk for a bit?
"Yes, of course, come on over."
I barely had time to change into a more suitable set of pajamas when there was a light tapping at the door. I pulled the door open, nearly gasping out loud at her appearance. Her normally tanned face was pale, her brown eyes were blood shot with black mascara smudges under them, some of it running down her cheeks mixed in with her tears. Her white tank top had stains on it, which I'm pretty sure was snot. Without saying a word, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly. When I finally let go, I lead her over to the couch, where we both took a seat.
"So, what happened?"
"We had plans to hang out, but when he showed up I could tell something was off. I kept asking and he kept denying it. So finally I said something like 'you're acting like you don't want to be with me anymore' and do you know what he said?" I shook my head, watching tears fill up in her eyes. "He said 'I don't think I do.' Just like that. Like it was nothing. Like it was causal." The tears spilled out of her eyes and down her cheeks.
"Maybe he is just confused? Did he actually say it's over?" I knew it was wrong to give her false hope if it was over, it just didn't seem real to me, they had seem liked the perfect couple.
She nodded, running her fingers through her short, auburn brown hair. "I told him we could work it out, that I loved him. He told me we couldn't work it, cause the problem was he didn't love me, and he didn't think he ever did. He had been feeling that way for a while."
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the second hand pain. "What an ass."
"But he isn't. He is the nicest guy I have ever met."
"Well we are almost done with classes and then it's summer. We can go back home, go to the beach, flirt with hot guys and forget all about the asshole."
She gave a small smile, but I knew she was still thinking of him. Suddenly her eyes widen, and she hit her hand lightly against her forehead. "Oh my gosh Aubree, you have a final tomorrow, I should let you go to sleep."
"No, it's okay," I reassured her. "What are friends for?"
"You mean best friends," she corrected me.
"Yes, best friends." Hannah was more than a friend, she was like a sister. She was worth failing an all important exam over, and if the situation had been reversed, she would say the same.