Over the weekend, Lexi invited me out. I haven’t hung out with Lexi in a while. She got scouted for some reality show and was really invested in that. Like, girl. Everyone gets scouted for reality shows in Chicago. Relax.
Anyway, so I hadn’t seen her in a while and she wanted to get dinner and drinks. Is it ever just dinner and drinks with Lexi?
“I can’t wait to tell you about this guy I’m seeing,” Lexi said as we sat down at the table.
“I’m dying to hear,” I deadpanned, but I was actually excited to hear about literally anything because my life lately has been so actionless.
“His name is Andy. It’s so funny, we met in line at Starbucks,” she said.
“What was he ordering?” I had to know.
“A grande black coffee and an oatmeal. Isn’t that so cute?”
“Anyway, so we ended up hooking up that weekend and-”
“Wait, how do we go from the Starbucks line to your bedroom?”
Lexi giggled. “I don’t know.”
I just looked at her.
“Anyway, he’s really cute though. Like very cute. This was two weeks ago and I’ve been sleeping over almost every night. We took a cooking class together yesterday and he invited me to a wedding this weekend. I can totally see why Ariana Grande and Pete Davidson got engaged after a month,” she said.
“Lexi!” I exclaimed, realizing she was being irrational.
“I know, I know! I’m still kind of upset about the Hunter thing,” she said.
I guess when Hunter was last here, he finally told Lexi that he just wanted to have fun and that he cared about her, but didn’t want anything serious, blah blah blah. She really didn’t like that.
“I really do like him though. I want you to meet him tonight,” Lexi said.
“I’m willing to meet him,” I told her.
After dinner, we headed next door to a pretend dive bar. It’s one of those bars that is made to look like a dive bar, but is actually super upscale and nice inside. And definitely not your typical dive bar clientele.
Lexi got us fucking Moscow Mules and we sat at the bar people watching. I was really loving seeing who was with who, what people were wearing, etc. Suddenly, Lexi screamed into her phone.
“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, mad that she startled me.
“Andy is not fucking coming. He also claims he isn’t going to that wedding,” she said. “He’s saying that because he doesn’t want me to go with him anymore.”
I rolled my eyes. “Relax, you don’t know that. And even if that is the case, you’ve known him for two weeks. Who cares?”
Lexi got that crazy look in her eye – a look that told me it was going to be a long night.
“Two shots of tequila, please,” she told the bartender.
A couple hours later, we were in another dark bar and Lexi was grinding on some guy. No one else was dancing, but Lexi and I were trashed. I was chatting with this super cute girl who just so happens to be a model. She just moved to Chicago with her boyfriend and needed friends of her own. She was also very drunk.
“Let’s totally exchange numbers. I’ll show you around the city,” I told her.
We exchanged numbers and made plans to hang out the next weekend. Her name was Courtney.
Just before 3am, Lexi and I headed back to her apartment with a whole pizza to consume. I fucking love pizza. I was sitting at Lexi’s little bar area, making love to my slice of cheese pizza when I realized Lexi wasn’t even eating with me.
“Bitch, get over here and eat,” I called.
“I’m trying to call Hunter,” she said back.
Ugh, I thought to myself as I grabbed my pizza and joined her on the living room floor. I saw that she was repeatedly trying to FaceTime Hunter and he wasn’t picking up. It was actually comical and totally a page out of my book.
“I’m sure he’s sleeping. He has like a family, you know?” I said.
Lexi continued calling.
Y’all, I was sitting there next to Lexi, finishing up the crust of my pizza when the FaceTime was finally answered. And it was not Hunter.
Dom picked up the phone. I should’ve fucking known that was going to happen. How didn’t I know? She appeared on the screen, lit up creepily by a small lamp or candle. It took me a moment to process that it was her and that she could clearly see me. I made a weird noise and then dove to the floor.
“How can we help you?” I heard Dom ask.
I was shaking my head furiously, mouthing for Lexi to hang up.
“Where is Hunter?” she asked instead.
I completely wanted to die.
“Why are you calling my husband at this time of night? What do you want with him?” Dom said.
Lexi rolled her eyes like she couldn’t be bothered with the questions. And then she finally hung up.
“Holy fuck, this is messy. I’m going to die,” I said.
“She’s not that cute,” Lexi said.
The next morning, I woke up in bed with Tucker. I hadn’t checked my phone in a while, but I saw that I had a text from Hunter. I didn’t open it, but saw that the first line said, “Reese, I just want to…” I immediately deleted it. I didn’t want to see it.
It’s unclear if the message was actually from Hunter or from Dom when she hijacked his phone, but either way, I was not interested. I didn’t want to know if Dom had actually seen me and recognized me and was scolding me. I also didn’t want to know if she’d gone back and told Hunter that Lexi and I were FaceTiming him in the middle of the night. I haven’t heard from either of them since.
I literally want to vomit every time I think of that night – Dom picking up the phone and her seeing me. I don’t even know how I can explain myself. Even the truth sucks – Hunter was cheating on her with my friend and I knew and was okay with it. What if it gets back to Brady? What if she spins things and makes it seem like I was the one FaceTiming Hunter at 2am? What if it gets back to their parents that I’m hooking up with both brothers? I can already see how this is all going to play out.
Anyway, Brady is coming home tomorrow and the place is a shit show so Kendra is coming over to help me clean. I’ll talk to y’all later.