Page 44 of Hitting the Goal Line
I watch Sophia and I see her facial expression shift a bit, but then she quickly tries to mask it.
She finishes up her food and goes to toss the to-go box in the trash. “I text you like twenty times a day. You’re the one that doesn’t respond.”
“I respond to every single thing that you send,” I retort because it’s the truth. I respond to every single one of her texts, maybe not right away, but I respond.
Sophia looks up at me and for a split second, her eyes look sad. She opens her mouth to say something but then she quickly closes it. Like she wants to say something, but at the same time doesn’t.
“What?” I ask, desperate for her to tell me what the hell is going on.
She shakes her head, not wanting to answer. “Nothing. You’re right, I don’t text you as often. I must have been thinking of before when I said I text you twenty times a day.”
“Bullshit. You were about to say something else. What was it?” My patience is thinning here.
My best friend looks over at me, like she is silently asking me to drop this but I stand my ground.
Eventually she lets out a sigh and grabs her phone from where it sits on the kitchen counter. She does something on it for a few seconds before handing the device over to me.
It takes me a second to realize that I’m looking at the message thread between the two of us. Confused as to why she is showing me this, I start to scroll through our conversations and notice that the majority of the time, she is talking to herself with not a single reply from me to be seen.
I finally put together what’s going on when I see a message she had sent, asking if she had been blocked again.
Not even when I was pissed off at Sophia over something stupid, have I blocked her. Not even after our night together.
Pulling out my own phone, I go and check my block list and sure enough, Sophia is at the top of the list.
“What the fuck?” I ask myself more than anything. There’s only person that could have done it and that was my girlfriend. “How long has this been going on?” I ask Sophia, unblocking her number and changing my passcode.
I look at Sophia for an answer and she gives me a shrug. “A few months.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask, feeling anger moving through my body.
It’s one thing to not like the fact that my best friend is a girl, it’s a whole other thing to cut them out of my life without fucking consulting me.
Again, she gives me a shrug. “What was I going to say? For all I knew, you didn’t want to talk to me, or you wanted space. I didn’t know she was actually blocking me. I thought about it, sure, but I didn’t have any proof that she was actually doing it.”
“I wouldn’t have given a fuck. You could have come to me and I would have taken care of it.”
“You’re happy with her, Blake. I wasn’t going to get in the middle of that. So I didn’t say anything, no matter how many dirty looks she throws in my direction.”
I understand that to an outsider, my relationship with Sophia is a bit much. But if I’m going to be with someone, they have to accept our friendship. And if they don’t, I would rather they come to me, so that we can discuss it, not make decisions for me.
I’m about to tell her that I’m not happy, that things with Gwen have mostly been to pass the time, but the words get trapped in my mouth when a knock sounds through the apartment.
Sophia gives me a small smile and goes to answer it. By the way that she greets the person, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that her boyfriend is here.
So much for talking all of this out.
“Oh, hey, Blake,” her boyfriend, Theo says when he walks into the apartment and sees me in the small kitchen.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?” I greet him, nodding in his direction.
“Nothing much, just thought I would come by and hang out with my girl for a little bit.”
His girl.
Why does that irritate me?
Maybe because she deserves someone better than Theo.
