Star Struck(13)

Garrett interrupted. “I don’t want to know about your sexcapades.” He took a seat on the bench as Trevon talked.

“You know I’ve always had a thing for Hailey but that’s what it is a thing. I know she’s not the one that I want to marry.”

“Then tell her that.”

“I can’t. If I told her it would break her heart. I care about her too much to do that.”

Garrett threw his towel over his shoulder. “So you would rather keep screwing with her and giving her false hope.”

“Man come on now. You know Hailey can take care of herself.”

“This must be the twilight zone. You’ve loved Hailey as long as I can remember,” Garrett said.

“I did love her once, but I realized that she and I are too different. Maybe if she wasn’t in the spotlight, I could deal with her better.”

“Deal. Man you got it twisted. I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.” Garrett stood up and picked up his soap.

“My priorities have changed. My feelings for Hailey have changed.”

“Then man up and tell her.”

“Did you notice how big her melons were? I would be a fool to turn that down.”

Garrett tried his best to control his anger. Trevon was his friend but the way he was talking now, didn’t sound like the friend he grew up with. Maybe working so close together, they lost sight of their friendship. He didn’t have room to say much because he had been sleeping with his fiancé; but he thought Trevon was one of the good guys. Now he didn’t know for sure. What bothered him the most is the fact that he cared whether or not Hailey got hurt; lately he had been thinking about Hailey more than he should.

“I’m through playing referee between you two. If this is the end for you two, let it be the end. Set her free.”

“I’m trying, but she won’t let me go.”

“You’re not trying hard enough,” Garrett said, as he left Trevon standing by his locker.



***



“Garrett, I need you. Please come right away,” Hailey pouted.

“You’re not my only client,” he responded.

“I know, but Brenda had a doctor’s appointment and I just don’t feel safe with everything that’s been going on.”

“I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

Hailey wiped the smile off her face as she hung up the phone. Although her charm never seemed to work on Garrett, she would do whatever she had to, to convince him to help her stop Trevon’s upcoming nuptials.

Hailey spent the next hour preparing breakfast meant for a king. It had been ages since she had cooked Garrett breakfast. In college, she would sometimes surprise him and Trevon with breakfast. Of course during that time, she was trying to impress Trevon with her culinary skills. Many assumed that because she was a super model that her skills stopped on the runway.

She was buttering her homemade biscuits when the buzzer sounded indicating she had a visitor. She tightened the apron she had on and met Garrett at the door.

“The great Hailey Barnes dressed in an apron,” Garrett said, right before entering the house.

Hailey didn’t know if she should smile or be offended that Garrett found her attire funny.

“Don’t frown sweetie. The look is becoming.”

“Just for that, I want let you taste some of my freshly baked biscuits.” Hailey led Garrett to the kitchen.

Garrett sniffed out loud. “I’m only teasing. You know I could never resist your biscuits.”

Hailey mumbled to herself, “I know.”

Hailey made sure she made Garrett a healthy plate filled with creamy buttered grits, several home made biscuits and almost a whole slab of crisp bacon and she topped it off with a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

She made herself a plate of a small helping of each. A strange feeling went through her as she watched Garrett devour the food placed in front of him.

In between bites, he said, “I almost forgot how good your breakfast is.”

“Eat up. There’s more if you like.”

“And mess up this manly figure,” Garrett joked.

Hailey couldn’t resist smiling. When he wasn’t being a jerk, Garrett had a good sense of humor. Now was the time. Either she’d spring her idea on him now, or else she would lose her opportunity to catch him with his guards down. .

She took a sip of her orange juice before clearing her throat. “We’ve been friends for how long now?” Hailey asked.

Garrett placed his fork down and stopped eating. “I should have known. Hailey doesn’t do anything without wanting something in return.”

“I’m offended.”

“If I’m lying, tell me I am. If not, just spit out what you want.”