[Ding! You have a message from ❤️❤️Bestie❤️❤️.]
Tasha raised a brow in curiosity, what an odd thing indeed.
How long had it been since their last contact? Three? Four? Ah, yes— five years.
Her patience had long been stretched taut, yet she remained steadfast, unwilling to bother the girl, waiting… waiting for her to return on her own terms.
And it finally paid off!
Flicking away the half-smoked cig, she eagerly tapped the message with barely constrained delight.
Despite her excitement, and the fact that she was sent a video instead of at least a brief "hi" text after such a long separation, she couldn't care less and played the video.
"Ah~!" A high-pitched female voice moaned seductively, startling Tasha red as she quickly reduced her phone volume.
The lady beside her on the bus, holding a sleeping kid, shot her a dirty glare before scooting farther away from her degeneracy— not that it was her fault!
Tasha coughed awkwardly. Well, that was an odd way to greet a long-time friend… not that she minded.
Having placed her earbuds in and reduced the brightness to a lower level, Tasha once again played the erotic video.
The same high-pitched moan yet again, and despite appreciating the female's vocality, she couldn't help but cringe at how performative it was.
Like a beginner pornstar who was yet to master the art.
The bus took a long time, and only when she alighted did Tasha notice what was amiss.
The text right after the video asked: Did you like it?
Such an innocent question, and thus she replied with equal directness: Yes!
Because she in fact did.
But then, as she arrived home and while replaying the video over and over again with her hands in her pants being "busy," she noticed a crucial thing from the video.
"Wait, who was the guy again?"
She had been so hot and bothered watching her best friend doing it that only a blurry figure came to mind when she recalled. Yet somehow, that blurry figure looked familiar.
Tasha pulled out her phone, butt naked with crudely wiped hands, and played the video yet again.
"Oh!" she mumbled. "That's my boyfriend."
And only now did she notice.
***
The night bar was quite lively tonight, with lots of grooving, drugs, alcohol, and bodies mashing together, people all around carefreely embodying the party spirit.
Across the room sat a tanned girl with short hair and a blood lily tattoo blooming on the left side of her neck.
She drowned her drinks eagerly, as if it weren't highly concentrated alcohol but instead some mineral water.
Beside her sat a rather desperate man whose presence she blatantly ignored.
"Natasha, fuck, what happened?? You never really gave a fuck, so why now, baby??" the blonde-haired guy with black nails and messy gothic makeup curled around her with a whine while she drank with bliss.
"Glup, glup, glup…" Tasha burped. "Ahh, that hit the spot."
She finally turned toward the whiner with a flushed face and a lovely grin, dazzling everyone on, before, behind, and across the table.
Oh damn, what crazy charm.
"Baby," Tasha caressed the man's hair, then with a harsh pull, dragged him away from her body.
"We're done. Get over it. You fucked the wrong girl. You could fuck a horse for all I care, just not her… Fuck, what does she even see in you?"
Charles blinked in disbelief. "You like that bitch, Natasha? She's so basic and cheap and so not your type— literally, what does she even have!"
"Nothing," Tasha hiccupped. "I never said I liked her."
She stood with a stumble, then slid to the dance floor with the blonde man trailing behind like a lost puppy.
"Then what, what really? Did you get bored with me? Babe, I could hook you up with anyone, just don't leave—"
Tasha slapped off his straying hand with disgust. "Don't touch me."
"Get over yourself, Charles. Isn't five years good enough? Go get yourself another hoe."
Charles' eyes watered, and falling to his knees, he held onto the stunning girl's leg while bawling like a lost child.
"Oh, Natty, fuck, I was wrong. I'll never sleep with anyone. Damn, I'll stay 500 miles away from her, Natty, I—"
Just then, three men circled the shameless man who was causing a scene while the piss-drunk Tasha watched with fuzzy eyes.
"Yo, yo, yo, that's embarrassing enough. We'll be sending you away now…"
Two men dragged Charles away while he struggled and shouted for Tasha, who watched with a forlorn gaze.
Everyone else continued with their groove with surprisingly pitiful expressions. After all, having a chance with that Natasha and fumbling was enough of a valid reason to cosplay the hanging man.
Silas, the only one that remained, walked toward the fuzzy girl who was making her way deeper into the dance floor, and smirked.
"So what do you say?"
They had made a pact to date after Charles if she ever felt like it.
Tasha blinked. She never would have thought he could actually get a chance, yet here they were.
She smiled. "Give me a day. I need to fuck Charles one last time."
Silas hummed while pulling her into his arms, his blue eyes blazing a hole into her sexy body.
"Dang, I get him. I would also scream and beg."
"Empty flattery," Tasha scoffed.
"Why do you still wanna do him, though? Just curious."
Tasha swayed her curves along with the music, humming with her hands wrapped around Silas' neck.
"I wanna taste someone."
***
@NattyThe same girl who stole my first boyfriend also stole my second. She's my bestie btw.
¬@.Damn
¬@icedevil3795On a good note, at least she's taking out trash for you.
¬@gyatttSending STDs from me to them ❤️❤️
¬@princesserika9899Always these damn besties.
¬@AlaskaShe played you 2–0. Enough defense, bring in the attack, bae~.
:::::¬@NatashaYou're fucking right.
***
Tasha stared at her recent tweet, which was being flooded with likes, comments, and numerous reposts.
"Heh, look at them," she scoffed.
After Charles, her "bestie" went for Silas too— ending their juvenile relationship that had yet to last even two weeks.
The devastation that flooded Silas' face was so exaggerated for a moment she worried he'd actually commit.
So she called his two closest aides, which somehow ended up with Charles coming along to gloat the ever-living shit out of Silas.
This led to an annoying brawl, which she broke up by crippling the two to the floor.
Regardless, she had finally made her confirmation. Her Pat, for some reason was targeting her.
She leaned across her balcony, taking in the night stars while drinking and smoking her very last cig for the day.
"Pat," a puff of smoke escaped through her nostrils and lips, "I'll gladly return the favour, Sugar."