Dirty Friends (Beautiful Friends #1) Read Free Page B

wisdom from her. The song, Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood , came on and I walk over to turn it up. We both start singing it and laughing.
    As the song ends, Mom asks, “So, Ansley, honey what’s going on with Riley?”
    Riley has a small problem with how close I am to the guys, so he stays away from the house. “He’s good. This weekend he was hanging with his friends since I was busy at home today.”
    “Today’s Sunday. He didn’t want to see you on Friday or Saturday?”
    “Well, he was tied up helping his parents on Saturday -- all day.”
    “Have you talked to him recently?”
    “Yes, I talked to him this morning. Why the twenty questions, Mom?”
    “Well, I don’t know, but when I was in high school, boyfriends and girlfriends hung out all the time together. You two, on the other hand, only seem to see each other once or twice a week.”
    “He doesn’t care for how close I am with the guys. So, he’s had a bit of an attitude lately. But we still see each other. School just let out a couple of weeks ago. It’s summer. I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
    Mom looks over at me. “Just making sure he’s treating my girl right, that’s all.” She walks over and hugs me tightly. Then, I thought, when have we seen each other? He does always seem to have plans. I was quiet for a moment while I let it sink in that we were pretty much dating only at school. Now that school was out, things have pretty much cooled down. He doesn’t call often, maybe once a day, and he rarely texts.
    “Ok, Mom, I get your point; though we’ve gone to the movies once and I went to his house last week.”
    “That’s not a lot in two months, honey, just think about it. How much do you know about him? Like what has he been doing all day, today?”
    “I’m not sure exactly. I haven’t spoken to him since this morning. He said he was just going to hang with friends today.”
    We finish dinner, the dishes after and then it is about seven thirty. I need to shower, and I want to check my Instagram feed before the guys get back. Not being in school, the only way to see what everyone is doing once summer begins is by checking Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram. I quickly jump in the shower and dress in comfy pants and a tank top. The guys will be home in about an hour, so I grab my iPhone and lay on my bed to pass the time. I click on my account for Instagram and see that a few of the girls I know from school had all hung out at one of their houses. They laid by the pool all day taking selfies. I start scrolling further down to see Riley had met up with a bunch of his friends, too. Then I see it…a picture with him and two girls, the same two girls that were supposed to be my friends. They are both planting kisses on his cheeks. Then, there are pictures of what looks to be a party. There are more girls and more pictures of him with his arms around them all. He’s hugging a few and all of them seem to be kissing his face until the last picture…he is kissing a blonde on the lips. The tears start before I can stop them. I can’t believe he couldn’t even call me to tell me that we are over. I just spoke to him this morning; he knew I would see these pictures. I decide I’ll text him because I can’t speak to him. I’m crying and I know I’ll sound stupid if I call.
     
    Me – Nice pictures on Instagram
    Riley – What are you talking about?
    Me – Really don’t play stupid, Riley!!!
    Riley – What the hell are you talking about, Ansley?
     
    I decide to take a screen shot of my phone and send it to him. Maybe this will help his memory.
     
    Me – Did you forget that when you get a picture taken, people post them for everyone
    to see? And that includes your GIRLFRIEND!
    Riley – Oh, that was nothing, she came up to me and just kissed me.
    Me – Riley, I’m not stupid. I saw all the other pictures with you and different girls.
    Clearly, you had fun and didn’t invite me to come.
    Riley – Really, Ansley, did you