"I saw Taylor with another girl," I said to my best friend over the phone. I heard her let out an audible sigh.
   "When?" she choked.
   "A while ago," I said.
   "Where, Christine?" she asked.
   "The Plaza," I said. When I heard the click on the other end, I figured Coryn remembered that she had met Taylor at the Plaza. I swallowed nervously and set the phone down on its cradle.
   "Chris?" Taylor asked, from the front door. I stood up from my place on the bed, covered only by my towel and headed for the door. My hair was wet, cold against my back and dripping down my chest.
   I pulled the door to find Taylor there, smiling. He leaned down and kissed me. I cringed. What was he doing here? I just called his girlfriend and told her that he was cheating with another girl. But I didn't say that girl was me, her very best friend for ten years.
   He reached over, finding the edge of my towel. I pushed his hand away.
   "Taylor..." He let himself in, shutting the door. How did I get in this mess?
   "What baby?" he asked, kissing my neck. I turned and headed for my bedroom. He followed.
   "Don't call me that," I said. "Coryn is your baby." He laughed and caught the door before I shut it.
   "Hey, Chris, listen, Coryn doesn't know about us and I hope that she won't for a long time," he said, his hair falling in his face. I forgot how good looking he was. That's why I was doing this. Physical and sexual attraction.
   "It's not right, Taylor. She's my best friend and your girlfriend!" I said, pushing my hair away from my eyes. "Do you think you're special getting it from two girls? She'll catch on sooner or later." He grinned and ran his finger down my arm, sending a chill over my whole body.
   "Christine, look, Coryn doesn't suspect anything. When she does, I'm good at lying. If it gets really bad then she'll just break up with me and you and me can keep dating," he said. I swallowed.
   "Taylor...that may be possible but Coryn is my best friend. I can't just 'break up' with her," I said. I shoved him from the doorway and shut it, locking it before he could open it again. I quickly threw on my clothes, jeans and a tank top and opened the door again. He was still standing there.
   "Chris, don't let this bother you," he said. "Coryn is strong." I turned and looked at him wishing that I never met him. Or even Coryn for that matter. No offense on her part. If I hadn't have met Coryn, I would have never met Taylor.
   "Not strong enough to lose both of us," I said, picking up my brush and running it through my hair. I glanced at the clock.
   "You're supposed to meet Coryn at her apartment, Taylor," I said. He changed his expression.
   "Shit," he said. He quickly kissed my cheek and darted out the door letting it swing open and hit the wall. I sighed and shut it hoping he wouldn't come back.

   Ten thirty that night, right as I began to fall asleep, the phone rang. I feared hostility just in its ring and cringed just picking it up.
   "Hello?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
   "Christine, did you tell Coryn I was cheating on her?" Taylor yelled. I knew he was in his car.
   "Yes, Taylor I did," I said.
   "Did you tell her I was with you?" he asked. I shook my head, forgetting that he couldn't see me. "Christine, did you or didn't you?!"
   "No Taylor, I didn't!" I cried.
   "Then how does she know?" he asked. "I certainly didn't say anything. I didn't have time to tell her between her yelling and throwing our engagement ring in my face." I never knew he proposed.
   "You proposed to her, Taylor?" I asked.
   "Yes, Christine, I did."
   "When, Taylor?" I was livid.
   "A month ago, why?"
   "While you were cheating with me? You're such an asshole!" I cried.
   "I know that, Christine, but you're no angel either." He was right. Coryn was all I had left in the world friendship wise. And if I thought about it, besides Taylor, I was all she had too.
   "How did she find out, Taylor?" I asked, turning my lamp on.
   "I don't know Christine. I didn't tell her. I wouldn't blow both of us out of the water. Just me. Not both of us." I looked at my watch. Ten thirty six.
   "I've got to go," I said, hanging up on him. I opened a drawer and slipped my sweat pants on over my shorts. Throwing an old Nike sweatshirt on, I grabbed my keys and left the apartment, heading for my car.
   While, driving I thought about a lot of things. Coryn and I tubing down the lake and getting stuck near the dam. How excited she was for the Hanson concert in eighth grade and then meeting Isaac, Taylor, and Zachary Hanson. When Taylor asked for her number, we both were hysterical. I was in a jealousy fit and she was in a dreamland. Two months later it was long distance dating at an extreme. She'd come over to my house and hide in my room while she had phone sex. Pretty scary stuff. Two years later, Taylor had to pick me up for Coryn's birthday party. In twenty minutes, in an old alley five minutes from her house, we were in his backseat having sex. Talk about kinky. We told her his car broke down. I was such a bitch. Coryn didn't deserve me.
   I shook it off as I parked in front of Coryn's parent's house. She never had the courage to move away. I got out of the car, closing the door and walking up to her porch. I knocked gently, secretly hoping she would be asleep or not even home.
   Ten seconds later, Coryn stood behind the screen door her normally lustered brown hair up and her eyes red. She'd been crying. Great, this would be hard.
   "Coryn...." I said, feeling like I could cry.
   "Christine, I can't believe you called Taylor in like that and didn't put any of the blame on yourself. I called Marie and she told me that she saw you with Taylor at the Plaza last night. You're embarrassing." Before I could say anything, she slammed the door and I heard the lock click.
   "But...Coryn...I wasn't at the plaza last night." I knew she couldn't hear me. I was working last night. Late shift from four until three. I didn't know what was going on but someone else was playing innocent and it sure as hell wasn't me.