That was just absurd, I tell you!
« Look, Rose, you have the wrong person. Why would James cheat on me? We've been together for four years in a week's time. If he wanted to, then he would have dumped me ages ago! » I snapped, frustration bubbling up in my chest.
Rose sighed, her breath visible in the cold air as we walked swiftly toward the tram stop. Her grip on my arm tightened as we dodged people. It was cold and wet, the kind of chill that sank deep into your bones. We raced to the tram and boarded it just as the last few stragglers were getting on. The tram doors shut with a hiss, and we found seats in the corner.
It was a half-hour journey to our homes, thankfully a fair bit away from the city, so we could escape all the noise and pollution that came with living too close to the madness. The world outside seemed so far away as I gazed out the window, my mind still reeling from Rose's words. Cheating? On me?
I couldn't even entertain the thought. But the doubt gnawed at me, just the tiniest sliver of uncertainty. Was I being blind to something?
« Cause you're beautiful, rich, and whoever marries you gets not only all your money but also fame and popularity! » she snapped, her voice rising in irritation. I let out a heavy sigh and sank back into the seat, staring at the darkening streets outside the window. Rose was always blunt, and her words were always cutting. I didn't believe her, I didn't want to.
If this was anyone else, I would have slapped them as soon as I heard such a thing. But this was Rose-my best friend, my childhood companion. We'd seen each other through so much, the good and the bad. I had been the one to tell her about her hopeless crush that she refused to admit was a lost cause, and though she hated me for it at the time, when she found out the truth, she came around and realized how love could blind you. I'd been there for her through her darkest moments, and she'd done the same for me.
We were family, and family didn't lie to each other... Right?
I closed my eyes and sighed again, trying to shake off the unease. I wanted to believe in James, in us. This feeling-this was love, wasn't it?
« Fine, » I muttered reluctantly, my fingers gripping my phone. I took it out and sent James a quick text.
Where are you?
xx Ivy
Rose stared at me, waiting. I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my head. Her legs were bouncing nervously, a habit she had when she was on edge. She looked over my shoulder as if she was expecting James's reply to come through immediately. The tension was thick in the air, and I couldn't help but feel like she was waiting for the confirmation she needed to prove her point.
My phone vibrated, and I pulled it back into my hand, glancing at the screen. The corners of my lips lifted slightly.
At work. See you tonight, love.
I knew it. I knew James wouldn't do something like this.
Ivy-he never called me anything else, always Ivy. We had a shorthand that only we understood. The way he said "love" was enough to melt me every time, the kind of warmth that came with years of being with someone who cared.
Rose snatched the phone from my hand before I could even react, her fingers swiping across the screen with rapid fury. She muttered something under her breath, and I could feel her frustration rising. My heart sank as she glanced up at me, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.
« See, I t- » she started, but then she cut herself off as she grabbed my arm with surprising force, pulling me up from my seat. I barely had time to register what was happening before she was yanking me toward the tram door.
« What are you doing? » I gasped, struggling to keep my balance as I was dragged toward the exit.
She didn't answer, her eyes focused on something outside. The tram had just reached a stop near the area we lived, but something in her expression told me that this wasn't where we were getting off.
I felt my stomach tighten as the door opened, and I tried to pull back, but she was stronger than I anticipated.
« Rose, what the hell? Where are we going? » I demanded, but she ignored me, her pace quickening.
We were almost out of the tram when she muttered something under her breath again, and I finally pulled free from her grip. The cold air hit my skin as I stepped off the tram, eyes scanning the street.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw where we were.
This wasn't the stop for home.
This was near James's place.
"Rose! What the hell are you doing?" I snapped, my breath coming in quick bursts, panic bubbling in my chest. I knew this neighborhood well-this was James's area. His house wasn't anything compared to the massive mansions that lined the street, but it was cozy, a small house his grandparents had left him when they passed. He always said it reminded him of them, and that was why he loved it.
Rose didn't even look at me as she pulled me along the sidewalk, her grip tighter now, her face set in an expression I couldn't read.
« You're going to see for yourself, » she said, her voice grim and determined.
I froze, my palms suddenly slick with sweat. I hadn't been to James's place in a few days-not since our argument about his late nights at work. I hadn't thought anything of it at the time. Now, the doubt that Rose had planted was worming its way into my thoughts, twisting them, making my legs shake.
« What are you going to do, Rose? » I whispered, feeling a little defeated.
But she was already stepping onto the lawn, her eyes scanning the front porch as if expecting something-or someone.
I wanted to turn around, to run, to go home and forget this whole thing had ever happened, but I couldn't. My feet were rooted to the spot, caught between the unspoken trust I had in James and the fear that Rose's words were true.
Rose knocked, hard, on the front door, her hand raised in a fist again as if she were preparing to pound the door down.
My heart raced. What was she thinking? What was I thinking? Was I ready to face whatever was waiting for me on the other side?
The door creaked open, and the figure standing there made my stomach flip.
"James?" I whispered, barely able to find my voice.
The man standing before me wasn't James.
And the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.