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over cum off the sides of her lips. A surprised gasp escaped my mouth when I saw it was Madison, the right hand girl to Nikki Palmer and her best friend. Quite the bitch, just like her friend. Trevor seriously chose me over her? What the hell? I’m ten times sexier than that scrawny assed bitch. What does she have that I don’t have in quadruple? So what exactly did Trevor see in her? She smirked at me and chuckled with a ‘Tsk’ expression on her face. And as if out of spite, or maybe she thought it was some form of payback for what I did to her best friend, she reached for him and kissed him. She fucking kissed him. And what was worse was that Trevor— who I thought was feeling remorseful, didn’t even stop her or pull away from the kiss. He kissed her back, not minding my presence. Their tongues touched for God’s sake. The released each other’s lips and Madison giggled. I stood there in awe, watched these two display PDA in the stuffy Janitor’s closet. It was like a scene off some tacky telenovela film. I didn’t know how or what to feel. Hatred, Anger, Betrayal Pain or Shame? Did I really the right to feel anything though? Trevor was my one of my closest friends and I’m aware of his skirt-chasing tendencies. Although he has been making advances and passes me, I hadn’t said yes to any of them and that meant he wasn’t mine, so did I have any right to be angry that he was—dare I say it, ‘cheating on me’? One feeling I was sure that flooded my veins was anger. Should I pick up a mopstick and whack them both in the head till they have a concoction? Should I confront him? Should I run away and never look back? I was indeed transfixed, not having the slightest iota of what to do. I just stood there, stuck in place like an old monumental statue that had been in the city’s park for centuries. I was pissed at both of them. Madison for being Madison, a stupid bitch and Trevor for choosing her over me. Why her? In fact when did this even begin? This whole Trevor and Maddison thing; janitor’s closet meetings, tongue kissing, sweaty blowjobs and probably so much more I probably didn’t even know about. I had made up my mind, I wasn’t going to let this slide. Did Trevor think I was fool? I wanted to talk to him, hear what he had to say. I gulped down nothing and forcibly returned my orality that was previously trapped in a trance of shock, then asked, “Trevor, why?” They paused in their tracks. Yes, the kiss had still been going on and then they both turned to face me. An awkward silence followed as his gaze focused me. His stare sent sharp piercings through my skin and I couldn’t even make out what he was thinking about at the moment; his facial expression and body language gave out nothing, as his face was planely leveled, not yielding any emot