Wait…Why Did Everyone I Love Suddenly Call Me a Bitch?! novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Instead of an answer, I got kicked out of the building. Skylar had security toss me onto the street.

Clutching my suitcase, I stood in the biting wind, staring at their giant "Happy Couple" portraits.

I called the groom. I had to know. If this friendship was dead, I wanted an autopsy.

He picked up. The guy who was always a perfect gentleman suddenly started barking threats. "You've got the balls to call me? Skylar is so unlucky to have a 'bitch' like you as a friend! Get lost before I make you!"

That hit me. I thought I finally smelled the rat.

Holding the gifts from yesterday, I dodged the guards and snuck back to Skylar's room.

I spoke to her despite the look of pure disgust on her face. "Is this about the gifts? You think I'm just after the money? I'm giving it all back. I just want my best friend back."

Yesterday, I thought the stuff was too flashy and tried to say no, but she insisted, saying we weren't "real friends" if I didn't take them.

Maybe the whole thing was just a twisted test.

Skylar looked at the gifts, then at me, like we were both straight out of a dumpster.

"This shit means nothing to me," she sneered. "One last time: get lost or I'm calling the cops. My fiancé has power, he has money, and he's obsessed with me. You'll be rotting in a cell."

I watched her actually dial 911.

I bailed before the operator picked up.

I left the gifts behind.

I hadn't even reached the lobby when the gifts were thrown out after me like trash.

"Garbage gifts for a garbage person. Take the shit you touched and get lost."

I picked them up. Look, I'm not an idiot—I'm not throwing away thousands of dollars. Between the unpaid leave and the flights, I'd spent a fortune to be here.

I booked the first flight home.

I figured if I left early, and she realized she actually needed me, I could still make it back.

Our dinner plans were pushed back indefinitely.

My college roommate and current housemate, Rowan, saw how miserable I looked. "What happened? Was the wedding that bad?"

I told her the whole story.

Her eyes went wide. "How could she do that?"

I didn't know either. I just gave a long, heavy sigh. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep. You should get some rest too."

Rowan nodded.

When I woke up the next morning, there was breakfast on the table with a note: "Cheer up! Off to work!"

That actually made me feel a little better.

We started renting together when we were broke graduates. Even after I started making good money, we stayed roommates. Real ones stick together.

I finished every bite, sent her a photo of the empty plate, and headed to the office.