It sucks to crave your best friend's girlfriend! First of all, it creates huge awkwardness. Because this whole situation is really fucking uncomfortable. Of course, I can't speak for all men, but I'm sure no one would want to run into the girl of their dreams coming out of their bedroom after she just spent the night in their best friend's arms. Then there's always the self-flagellation part. Which is absolutely inevitable, since it's impossible not to hate yourself when you fantasize about your best friend's girlfriend. For now, though, the prevailing feeling is definitely awkwardness. We live in a house with very thin walls, which means I can hear every moan that escapes Hannah's lips. Every gasp and every sigh. Every thud from the headboard hitting the wall as someone else fucks the girl I can't stop thinking about… Great stuff!

I'm in my bed, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. I don't even pretend anymore that I'm scrolling through songs in my phone's library. I put on my headphones to cover the sounds of Garrett and Hannah from the next room, but I haven't pressed play yet. I guess I like to torture myself tonight. I'm not stupid. I know very well that she's in love with Garrett. I see the way she looks at him and how she acts when they're together. They've been a couple for six months now, and not even I, the worst friend on the planet, can deny that they're perfect for each other. And, damn, Garrett deserves to be happy. He acts arrogant, but in reality, he's a really good guy. In hockey, he's the best center forward I've ever seen, and overall, he's the best person I've ever met.