Confession of My Untamed Best Friend

(Jessamine’s POV)“Is this the best thing you can do?”My supervisor asked, waving the folder in her hand.I lifted an eyebrow, which was a no-no in front of Trina.Her lips curled into a sneer, gritting her teeth as she pinned her eyes on me. She hated me. The best way to say it was that she despised me more than any villains in the movie. She never liked even the tip of a single strand of my hair. Not even my shadow!Well, those were my coworkers’ words, not mine. I had this presumption that in our previous lives, we were mortal enemies, and maybe when our soul reincarnated, the hatred also regenerated, loathing me already the day we first met here in the office.“You know what this is? A trash!”One minute it was in her hand; the next, it was flying and falling flat, scattered on the floor. Inside the folder was the marketing plan I did for ten days, out of my working time in the office, including my precious weekend, during which I was supposed to go with Deborah to the beach.My

(Aiden’s POV)I lowered my head, hoping to escape from Deborah’s eyes. She had fixed her eyes on me as soon as Jessamine dashed to her bedroom to get her sacred box. Despite the technology, we refused to communicate through e-mail and social media. Instead, we continued to use snail mail, sending printed pictures and postcards, and calling through the telephone booth. We only exchanged cell phone numbers three years ago when the only telephone booth left in Carterville was torn down and changed into a charging area. There were only two seats in their living room, a love seat, and a single sofa. As if they owned seats, Jessamine asked me to sit on the single sofa while Deborah was on the loveseat. When she returned, she sat cross-legged on the floor and put the decorated box on the center table.“I can’t believe you two,” she muttered as she leaned forward to see the letters inside the box. “And where’s yours?” she asked, narrowing her eyes as she accused me of not doing the same thi

(Jessamine’s POV)Swaying my head and humming Jason Chen’s Best Friend song, I walked toward the dining table. I was all smiling, dancing to the imaginary beat of the song as I stepped toward the refrigerator to get water.“I’ve never seen you this happy, Jessamine,” Deborah’s eyes were on the food box. “Do you even know the lyrics of the song?”I grinned, shaking my head. “It’s the song in the taxi this morning, and the melody just keeps popping into my mind.” I shrugged my shoulders.Deborah knew I loved listening to music, but I was never into shredding the words of the song, knowing its meaning. For me, as long as the melody was sweet and agreeable to my ears, I would keep listening to it.“And I don’t know how it ends, girl... But I fell in love with my Best Friend,” Deborah grinned as she sang the lyrics to me, emphasizing the last words to me. “Are you?” She chuckled.I blinked, slowly pulling out the chair. “Dangerous song, then.” I curled my lips, propping my elbows on the t

(Jessamine’s POV)“Did something happen between you and Aiden?” Deborah asked.I understood her worries because I had been quiet since we left for the supermarket. Silence accompanied us even on our way back, and for a chatter like me, I looked like someone had abducted my mouth. I was already parking her sedan in the apartments’ parking space when she asked.“Why?” I pretended to focus on the key and gave it to her.Without answering my question, my housemate got off the car and took the paper bags from the trunk. I looked heavenward, glancing at the cloudy sky and sighing as I thought of Aiden. The clouds looked heavy and promised torrential rain later in the evening. It was a good sign because I could cry tonight, along with the weather, without Aiden noticing me… that is, if my best friend decided to stay for tonight.After our conversation in the bedroom, we rarely looked at each other. The joke about me proposing to anyone made it worse. The last conversation we had was about hi

(Aiden’s POV)It was past midnight when Deborah exited Jessamine’s room. She sighed, looking exhausted, as she walked toward the living room and sat in her usual place on the loveseat. She rose her feet to the sofa and hugged her knees.“What happened in there, Deb?” I darted my eyes at her, telling her I would not return to Jessamine’s bedroom without getting an answer.“It’s nothing. Your best friend was just having a nightmare, Aiden,” she sighed, obviously lying as she craned her neck to the seat’s backrest.“My best friend was screaming, squirming in bed as if she was in pain,” I gritted my teeth, holding my patience at her. “What happened to her?” My eyes were wide, horrified that she got hurt in my decade of absence.Deborah pursed her lips, looking at me while thinking, and then she shook her head and stood up. “You know what, Aiden? It’s not my story to tell. If you want to know what happened, better ask Jessamine.”My heart hammered in my chest, terrified for the first time