Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kate elbowing Jodie. They returned to their seats silently with their backs to us, avoiding the awkward confrontation.
I felt as if all the blood in my body had been sucked dry. I felt dizzy, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
Before this, they had never announced that they were in love.
Only a week had passed by since their first encounter. I thought they were flirting with each other, so when Spencer invited me to his house to celebrate his birthday with him, I was happy. On the spur of the moment, I asked, "Will Monica be there too?"
"If she doesn't come, we'll celebrate without her," said Spencer.
"Okay." I agreed without hesitation. I was glad that he had me on his mind.
I wanted to take this opportunity to confess my feelings to him. Then he should choose between Monica and me.
On his birthday, I carefully dressed up and went to his house. He made a sumptuous meal for me and kept persuading me to drink.
Before I could confess, I felt dizzy. I wanted to go to bed.
He arranged for me to rest in the guest room. I slept soundly. After all, I had never been on guard against him.
The next day, he went out and locked the door from outside before I woke up.
Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, Monica was no longer patient.
She glared at me fiercely, turned around, and sat back in her seat. Then she began to remove her makeup in front of the mirror, muttering, "In the name of friendship, you my boyfriend. You are so cheap."
Tears welled up in my eyes. My lips trembled, but I couldn't retort. Tears blurred my vision.
I didn't want Monica to see me in such a sorry state, so I rushed out of the door.
She said coquettishly from behind, "Baby, I tried to persuade her, but she said no!"
Tears gushed out of my eyes. I was utterly defeated.
I had to admit that she was right.
I was both stupid and cheap.
I walked aimlessly on the sports ground. As the cold wind blew, I gradually became rational.
Monica knew that I was at Spencer's house last night, so they must have exchanged information. Then they set a trap to trick me who was brainless.
As a profiteer, Monica wanted to ruin me and trample on my self-esteem, which confused me. I couldn't help but feel a burst of strong hatred.
While I was thinking, a basketball flew toward me. I leaned slightly to one side. It brushed past my forehead and flew out.