What A Feeling

The whole, long flight to California, Kara can’t stop thanking Becca for bringing her along.
“I’m so excited to be going home. Thank you so much, Becca.”
“You’re welcome, Kara. I told my boss I needed you for your connections in the area.”
“Have you told Niall yet? He’ll be so excited to see you.”
“He hasn’t answered his phone. I assume he’s already at the awards show. I’ve left him a message, letting him know to come up to Northern California. It’s a short flight from LA.” She pauses. “I miss him so much, Kara.”
“I know you do, Sweetie.”
“Hopefully he’ll answer me by the time we get to the hotel.”

Kara gets settled in her own hotel room, then pulls out her iPad to catch up on social media. Scrolling past all the things that don’t interest her, then an audible gasp escapes her. “Shit!”

The knock on Becca’s door startles her. Looking through the peephole, she sees Kara.
“Hey, I thought you were gonna take a nap?”
Kara doesn’t answer, and the look on her face concerns Becca. “Kara, what is it?”
“Sit down, Sweetie.”
“Kara! You’re scaring me. Just tell me.”
Kara hands her the iPad. Her eyes filling with tears as she watches the video. Somehow she manages to read the article that follows, through the tears.
“Damn it!” Becca throws the iPad on the bed, walking to the window.
Kara crosses the room, standing beside her. “Sweetie, remember you can’t believe everything you read.”
Turning to look at her best friend, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I know that, Kara. But the video, how do explain away that bitch hanging all over him?”
“Exactly. It was her hanging all over Niall. He didn’t touch her.”
“He allowed her to do it.”
Rubbing Becca’s arm, Kara tries her best to comfort her hurting friend. “I just want you to hold off on your judgement, until you can talk to Niall.”
“Look Kara, there is a part of me that trusts Niall completely, knowing there must be a logical explanation. But then there’s the part of me, the part with the cracked heart. That part wants out, before I get hurt anymore.”
“Becca.”
“Only problem is, it’s too late. I’ve already fallen in love with him.”
“Becca, that man has worked so hard to win you over. Do you really think he’s going to blow all that, for some slut?“
Becca looks up, thinking. “The logical part agrees with you, the hormonal girl says, yes because she’s prettier than me.”
“Oh please! She ain’t pretty, that is all contouring, a pound of makeup, and false eyelashes.”
“What about her body?”
“Oh you mean the boob job and six pairs of spanx she’s wearing.”
Becca smiles. “Who is this bitch anyway?”
Kara moves to the bed, grabbing her iPad and patting the spot next to her. “Come on, let’s google her ass.”

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