Getting over it

The first couple weeks of classes went by pretty uneventful. There was lots of reading, lots of time to catch up with friends, and time to start looking for a legal job. The weekends had also allowed Aaron and I spend lots of quality time together.

It was a Sunday evening and we were doing what had become routine. Since we both had class together Monday morning he would usually spend Sunday night at my place. We would make dinner and then either put a movie in or play board games. We had just finished cleaning up from dinner and were sitting on the living room floor setting up monopoly when there was a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone so I was a little surprised. As I finished setting the game up, Aaron got up and got the door. It was Meg.

He walked back into the living room and just as I was about to ask him who it was I saw her. He muttered something about having to do some reading for tomorrow and went into my bedroom. I sat there looking up at her not really knowing what to say.

"Hey," was what she managed to get out while looking at me.

"Hey," I said as I got off the floor and walked towards her. I motioned for her to have a seat and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. As I was walking towards the kitchen I realized how awkward this was. This was Meg, she usually barged in and helped herself to anything she wanted. I've never had to treat her like a guest in my home until now.

I walked back into the living room with a drink in my hand and handed it over to her. I sat across from her as we both sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally I had to break the silence, "So am I really going to have to do a little dance to entertain you or will you stop acting like a guest and start acting like my best friend?"

She laughed and I could see tears start running down her face. "A. I'm so sorry," she said as she sat next to me and gave me a hug. "I don't know what got into me. The truth was I was jealous. When it comes to guys things come so easily to you. You can captivate their attention and I am left sitting in the corner waiting for someone to notice me. I guess I wanted him to notice me and not you. " I tried to say something, but she asked me to please let her finish. "I know you would never do anything to hurt me. I know that you're not a mind reader and that I never told you I was interested in him. I know that saying 'I think he's cute' does not mean I was going for him. I know how wrong of me it was to tell J. about everything. But the thing I know the most is that I acting like a crazy bitch and I hurt my best friend. I understand if we can't get back to how we were, but I can't bear to loose you as a friend."

After hearing her pour everything out to me, I knew that I did not want to loose her friendship either. We had been friends since college. We had been through so much together. And the one thing about me that perhaps isn't the best quality to have is that I hate to believe that people are not good. It takes a lot for me to give up on someone. I was not going to give up on her.