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when you get home,” Ryan informs me.

 
    “Cool.
I’ll be quiet,” I answer with a smile.

 
    “Okay.
See you later then?” Ryan says hesitantly.

 
    “Yup.
Have fun,” I reply and try to look busy again. They walk outside, and I’m
relieved I don’t have to watch anymore. Now I just have to figure out how to
sneak into my own home and quietly disappear.

 

Chapter 6

 
 
 
    Just over an hour later,
the bar is closing. I take my time cleaning up and putting things away. I’m
procrastinating because I don’t want to go home at all. It doesn’t take long
before I run out of things to do and they want to lock up. I get my coat and
walk out into the cold. There are still some people lingering out in the
streets as I make my way back to the apartment. I walk slowly but I know
inevitably I am going to walk into something I don’t want to be a part of.

 
    I walk
up the steps to the third floor landing as slow as I possibly can. I hear a
cackling laugh as I turn my key in the lock and brace myself for whatever I’m
about to see.

 
    Luckily,
their clothes are on. The two of them are sitting on the couch, enjoying
another cocktail, and her hands are all over Ryan. I already feel like a third
wheel and I haven’t even taken off my coat. Ryan stands up when I close the
door and looks nervous like he’s doing something wrong—which he totally is not.

 
    “Hey,
Eve,” he says awkwardly. “This is Jamie.”

 
    Jamie
stands up and teeters slightly. She is cute. I have no good reason to be
jealous so I play nice.

 
    “Nice
to meet you, Eve. Hope you don’t mind that I’m here,” she says, trying to sound
friendly.

 
    “Not at
all,” I lie. “I’m going to get to bed, though. I had a long night, and I can’t
wait to go to sleep.” I know there is no way I’m going to sleep any time soon.

 
    I walk
to the bathroom and close the door. I take some deep breaths as I wash off my
makeup and jump in the shower. I rinse off, put on the bathrobe I leave hanging
on the back of the door, and prepare to walk back through the small living
room. Hopefully, this will be the last time I have to see Jamie.

 
    They
are still fully clothed, but Ryan is sitting on the couch and Jamie in on his
lap, straddling him. It appears she is trying to inhale his face, but I’m not
really looking. I rush past them into my room and quickly shut the door.

 
    What
the hell? I’ve heard Ryan talk about many girls in the time we’ve been friends.
He’s not really a player, but he has his share of women. I’ve never gotten
jealous, or felt any emotion about any of his conquests. What is happening?

 
    I hear
some more giggling and roll my eyes. I need to go to sleep and pretend this is
not happening—not just the actual situation in my living room, but the thoughts
in my head.

 
    I lay
in bed, trying to focus on the television. I make it louder than usual, but it
doesn’t matter. I’m sadistically trying to listen through my makeshift wall to
what’s happening on the other side. It’s almost like I feel the need to punish
myself for having these feelings. I hear a lot of movement and realize they must
be changing venues to the bedroom. I freeze like a deer in headlights, like
they know I’m listening to their every move. It’s silly, because they are
surely not thinking about me at all right now.

 
    I hear
light music and assume Ryan must have put on to drown out the noise they will
be making. I try focusing again on whatever show is on the television. Maybe it
will be boring enough to lull me to sleep.

 
    No such
luck.

 
    It’s
not long before I start hearing moans. They are making it impossible for me to
ignore. It’s not loud, but my wall is thin and our apartment is small. The
sounds are coming from Ryan, so in the scenario I concoct to further torture
myself, Jamie is on her knees, giving him a blowjob right out of a porn video.

 
    I get
up to find my headphones, purposely