My Best Friend's Gorgeous Boyfriend (18+)

Who said it and what's the context?

Vanessa

"Have you gone temporarily insane?"

Those were the words I muttered to myself as I trudged across campus in the swiftly falling flecks of snow. Bundling further into my jacket and blowing into my hands to prevent them from getting frostbite, I passed by a couple strolling arm in arm. Fresh tears pricked the back of my eyelids.

Where was your rational thinking when you decided it would be a splendid idea to leave behind everyone and everything you know?

Most days were spent regretting my decision to study in New York, but I was especially downtrodden since it was Valentine's Day.

"Love is in the air," I grumbled, breezing past them in disgust.

It seemed that no matter where I went, I couldn't escape the romance that lurked around every corner and oozed across my pathways. From boyfriends presenting their girlfriends with rose bouquets to excited chatter consisting of plans for candlelit dinners and even, the moans from the duo who were getting steamy in the co-ed showers.

It was everywhere. And I was fed up.

 Screw this bullshit. Valentine's Day is just a made-up commercial holiday that was only invented so greedy corporate companies can keep their profits rolling in after the Christmas spending spree. 

And as I sat down at the computer lab to pour over an accounting spreadsheet, I had almost convinced myself that I didn't even want to celebrate it anyway. That is, until a broad-shouldered male wearing a pastel pink shirt surprised his girlfriend with an obnoxiously large teddy bear.

She shrieked with glee, and I instantly cursed Little Tony's Big Pizzeria for scheduling my boyfriend to work on a national and sacred holiday.

Screw this bullshit, I repeated, closing my textbook. Forget homework and essays. I want a romantic dinner and a heart-shaped box of chocolates that I can gorge myself on.

But instead of getting to experience any of that, I settled on having a threesome in my dorm room.

My good pals, Ben and Jerry, whom I had grown to be rather acquainted with, kept me company as tear drops splattered over the framed photograph of Matt and I that I had been cradling. And my spoon had just made contact with the bottom of my pint of Cherry Garcia when the sound of keys jingled in the doorknob.

I quickly scrubbed my face so that Quinn wouldn't catch on to the fact that I had been bawling but my swollen eyelids, the traitors, gave me away in an instant. As she removed her coat, her gaze fell upon me, and she paused. Then furrowing her brows, she planted one hand on her hip. 

"That's it," she scolded. "I'm fed up with your constant sobbing, Vanessa. Get up. We're going out."

Striding across the room, she attempted to wrestle the carton of ice cream out of my hands, but I beat her off with the spoon. "No! I'm staying right here in my cozy bed, wrapped up in my warm pajamas."

She narrowed her eyes as she inspected my well-worn lounge wear. "More like tattered and homely."

Then rummaging through my closet, she pulled out a black mini dress and tossed it at my face. "Here, put this on. The first step to feeling better is looking better."

I nudged away the garment with the tip of my toe as though it were contaminated with some deadly disease. "No thanks," I mumbled. "I don't need your fashion coaching. One Addison in my life is enough."

She plopped down on the edge of the bed and grasped my fingers in between hers, a pleading expression on her face. "Just come out for one drink, Vanessa. We can even ask the bartender to make it a strong one."