I knew every expression on Jessica’s face — every smile and every glance. But when I saw her with my best friend, sharing whispers and secret looks, I realized maybe I didn’t know her as well as I thought. Something was going on, and whatever it was, it was something they didn’t want me to know.
Jessica and I have been together for three years now, and honestly, she’s the best girlfriend I could ask for.
She is funny, smart, a little too organized sometimes, but in a cute way.
The one weird thing is that she and my best friend, Elone, never really clicked.
It wasn’t that they hated each other; they just… didn’t mesh.
Jessica thought Elone was too sarcastic and rough around the edges, and Elone found her “too serious” and “a little judge-y.” It was a small tension I figured we’d all just deal with.
Then, about two weeks ago, I started noticing things.
Little stuff, like these odd moments where they seemed to be having actual conversations, which was rare. Normally, when we hung out as a group, I did most of the talking to keep the peace.
So, imagine my surprise when I spotted them together at a small coffee shop while running errands last Saturday.
Jessica and Elone were sitting at a corner table, facing each other, and they looked…
comfortable.
No awkward silences, no eye rolls, or tense body language. Just two people laughing over lattes.
I stood there shocked, my mind running wild with questions I couldn’t answer. Should I interrupt?
Or pretend I didn’t see anything?
Every logical part of me was like, Dude, they’re just talking. Chill. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
Before I could even decide, Jessica reached across the table and grabbed Elone’s hand, squeezing it.
And that… that felt like a punch in the gut.
“Okay, this can’t be what it looks like,” I muttered, half-hoping I was imagining it. Because if it was what it looked like… well, that was a rabbit hole I wasn’t ready to go down.
Days passed, and I kept waiting for Jessica to casually mention running into Elone at the coffee shop — just a “Hey, guess who I saw!” or some sort of throwaway comment.
But she didn’t.
Nothing. She acted like it had never happened, and that bothered me even more.
A few days later, we were hanging out in my living room, just watching a movie, and her phone buzzed. She glanced at it, smirked, and typed a quick reply before setting it face-down on the coffee table.
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