Not what it looks like

Quincy’s P.O.V

I raised my hand to knock, but to hell with politeness, so I barged right in. Oh my god, my poor virgin eyes.

Lacy was on her hands and knees on the bed with Nate on his knees behind her. Both of them were butt naked… tears threatened to fall, but I’d save them for later.

Nate and Lacy looked at me with big eyes, neither one moving from their positions on the bed. Nate still had his hand cupped around Lacy’s left boob.

Nate was sweaty and Lacy was out of breath. I folded my arms over my chest and stared them down. I was hurt, I felt betrayed, heartbroken and so much more, but fury was the main emotion.

“I can explain, it's not what it looks like.” Nate says, but doesn't move.

I move closer to them… “Oh yeah? By the looks of it, you have your d**k buried inside my best friend's ass, and you tell me it's not what it looks like? Tell me, Nate, what is this supposed to look like?”

I asked, gesturing to them. My god, I was never one to speak this vulgarly, but the occasion certainly called for it.

Nate eased himself from Lacy, got off the bed and stepped towards me.

“Don't come any closer,” I said, with my hand out in front of me.

“Baby please, I know this looks bad, but she doesn't mean anything to me, I swear. And can it even be called cheating? I wasn't f*****g her in front. I swear I only want that with you!”

Lacy started getting dressed, and she couldn't even look my way. Some best friend she was. I guess Julia was right, and I fell for Lacy’s stupid friend charms.

“Save it, Nate, if you think I still want to be with you after this, think again. All I want to know is how long this has been going on and whether she is the only one.”

“For a while and no I'm not,” Lacy answered.

She looked like someone who had no shame, like she didn't just stab her best friend in the back. Nate opened and closed his mouth multiple times but nothing came out.

“As much as I want to beat you up right now, you're not worth it."

“Oh you might not want to but I sure as hell am,” Julia cut me off and went straight for Lacy. I'm not crazy about getting involved when Julia lost her marbles. I'd be at the firing end and trust me, you do not want to be at her firing end.

Nate broke off the fight, if you can call it that. Both Julia and I took up a lot of judo and everything to do with fighting at dad's insistence when we were growing up.

So this was no cat fight and Lacy didn't stand a chance. My sister looked as fresh as ever, Lacy? Well, she looked like she had been dragged out by a wild animal.

“ Backstabbing f*****g b***h, you better watch your damn back!” Julia yelled at Lacy.

Nate kept his hold on Julia and when she realized it was Nate holding her back and not me, she lost her s**t again.

“Out of my house,” he yelled.

I kept my eyes on him, waiting for him to hit her back and when he lifted his hand, I jumped into action, catching his arm midair and twisting it hard.

I heard the sound of bones breaking and his cry of agony… serves you well. At least I know I'm not walking away from this hurt alone.

“We're done” I said, walking out. Julia was right behind me.

“We are done when I say we are Quincy. I'll call you tonight when you cool down, then we can talk.” He said, walking behind us.

I stopped and faced him.

“Unless you want to be alone in this relationship, I suggest you take heed of my word. I am done with you. Don't call, don't come over, don't look at me. Nothing. In other words, stay the f**k away from me.

He looked at me dumbfounded. I never swore or yelled. I cried if I was mad or when someone raised their voice, but no more. That changes now.

My sweet and soft ways brought me too much heartache, and I was done being walked over.

“I'll drop off whatever s**t I have of you at my place later. After that you're dead to me and so is that skanky ass b***h!”

Then Julia and I left. She had taken a cab to Nate's house. She got into the driver's seat of my car. I am sure she saw I was shaking and was in no condition to drive.

When I was seated in the passenger seat, and she was already a distance away from Nate’s house, only then did I break down.

Everything was playing in my head over and over again in slow motion, like my mind was doing it to torture me.

The nerve he had to tell me that it was not what it looked like and that it was not called cheating because he wasn't inside her front!

Is that even true? If it is, then f**k the universe. I cried all the way home. I was glad Julia didn't say I told you so.

I don't think I can handle that right now. My phone rang nonstop, but I refused to answer. I knew who it was.

My phone says the name of whoever calls me and right now it is Nate. Julia muttered a few curse words, but other than that she remained quiet.

After getting out of the car, I went straight to my room and shut the door. My heart and head felt heavy. My mind was so full of flashes of what had happened that I couldn't think straight.

He was supposed to be my boyfriend, and she was supposed to be my best friend. What have I done to deserve this?

Julia’s words rang in my head…

“One day you will regret those old lady clothes, huge glasses, and ugly shoes. Live a little sissy, you only live once.”

Was the way I dressed and looked the course of my boyfriend’s or ex-boyfriend's cheating? Nate never once commented on how I dressed.

But I came to realize that even though I kept telling myself he didn't deserve me, I still blamed myself for his cheating.

Maybe if I dressed more like Julia or even Lacy we would still be together. I pitied myself. I must have been such an embarrassment to him.

Nate was a cool guy known by everyone, but I preferred books and numbers to people any day. I was so head Overhills in love with him that I missed the signs.

After hours of crying, I got up from my bed and went straight to Julia’s room. When she saw me, she smiled softly and opened up her arms.

I sunk into her waiting arms, fresh tears streaming down my cheeks as I cuddled in closer to her. She held me tightly, whispering words I couldn't hear due to my crying.

Rubbing my back. This felt wrong but good. I should be the one looking out for her, not the other way around.

“It's because of my old lady clothes, right?” I sniffled as I asked her the question.

“No, Quin. Nate is an asshole, clothes don't make you who you are, and he failed to see that.”

“How could he? Why couldn't he just tell him he didn't want to be with me anymore or that he wasn't happy or that he couldn't wait to have s*x? At least it would have been easier to handle then this.”

“He will realize his mistake and he will see you for who you are and what he lost. They always come back when they find out that the grass is never greener on the other side.”

“I love him, Jules.”

“I know Quin.”

“But would it be wrong if I didn't want to give him another chance?”

“No, my love, even if you do decide to give him another chance, those are your choices. No one can make up your mind for you. I could go on and on telling you how he isn't right for you, but in the end, if you decide to take him back. It's your choice. I'm with you always.”

“When did you become this grown?” I asked, smiling.

“Romance books,” She grins.

We lay holding each other tightly with me still shedding some tears now and then… I gave him two years of my life only for him to do this to me.

I won't take him back. I'll do something better.