Twilight Requiem

Friends Need Dits

Nyx went out of the house to get some fresh air. Aside from still feeling lightheaded, she was annoyed by Edward’s intrusion into her personal space. The events of that night just made her decide to leave that place.

She remained outside for a few minutes before she went back inside to continue cleaning up, ignoring the noise in the living room.

The next day, Nyx went to the café where she waits on tables and sometimes helps at the counter during peak hours.

“How was your vacation?”

Eugenie asked.

She is Nyx’s friend and co-worker. She is smaller than Nyx’s tall and slender physique, but she was cute as a button with her short curly hair, doe eyes, and plump red lips that people often call her snow white.

Nyx turned to her while wiping the recently vacated table.

“It was amazing,” she answered.

Eugenie grinned excitedly, taking a seat on the empty chair. The peak hours were starting to die down, and the café was quite empty at that time.

“Tell me everything.”

Nyx smiled and started telling her friend everything about her vacation in Bulgaria.

“I am so jealous. My folks just gave me money as a gift for our graduation, but you got a free trip to Bulgaria,” Eugenie whined, and then she looked at Nyx.

“Does your mom’s friend need a sugar baby?”

She asked, and Nyx almost choked on her own saliva.

“Eugenie,”

Eugenie raised her arms in mock surrender.

“I was just joking. You're lucky your mother has a friend who cares for you since you were left with a family that doesn’t care,” she said, and Nyx let out a sigh.

“I am grateful that Celestino was there for me. I am grateful that he honors his friendship with my mother,” Nyx mumbled.

Eugenie propped her elbow on the table and looked at her friend intently.

“So, did you meet any handsome guys while you were in Sofia?” she asked, and Nyx froze when the memory of the night with the stranger came to her.

Eugenie narrowed her eyes at her friend when she noticed her reaction.

“You did, did you?”

Eugenie’s voice grew louder, so Nyx had to shush her.

“Your voice,” Nyx hissed and grabbed the tray with dirty dishes and glasses, and walked towards the back, where the kitchen is located.

Eugenie followed her, not letting her off as she wanted more details.

“Come on, tell me. Was he hot? Did you get his name or his number?”

Eugenie fired her questions, while Nyx ignored her in the busy kitchen.

“Come on, girl. I need more details,” Nyx pushed.

Nyx huffed and turned to her friend.

“I didn’t get his number, and we just had a few drinks on my last night in Sofia, okay,” Nyx told her.

Then Eugenie grabbed her arms.

“Was he hot? A local or a foreigner?” she asked.

“A tourist. Yes, he is quite a charmer, but that was it. I don’t know anything else about him, and I definitely did not get his number,” Nyx answered, pulling away from her friend and going back up front.

“What? That was it?! Why didn’t you get his number?” Eugenie whined.

Then she stomped her foot and followed Nyx out of the kitchen. When she got there, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Nyx talking to their school’s popular guy, Edward.

Eugenie, wanting to eavesdrop on their conversation, grabbed a washcloth and started wiping the table closest to where Edward and Nyx were standing.

“The team is throwing a party tomorrow night. I want you to come,” Edward told Nyx, who arched her eyebrow at him.

“Come again? I must have heard you wrong.” Nyx said, and Edward opened his mouth to respond, but Nyx just beat him to it.

“What made you think I wanted to go to your party? Didn’t I tell you already that I am not interested in mingling with you or your circle? Did the ball hit your head too many times that you cannot understand a simple sentence?”

Edward was taken aback by her response, but all he could do was smile.

“I am not giving up. My invitation still stands. The party is in my house, please come,” he said. His hand tried to reach and touch Nyx’s head, but she took a step back.

Edward smiled at her.

“I will see you at the party, Nicola,” he said, winking at Nyx before turning around and leaving the café.

After Edward left, Eugenie rushed to her friend’s side.

“What was that? Since when did Edward, the popular guy, get close to you?” she asked.

Nyx heaved a deep breath and replied.

“He happened to be the son of my dad’s high school friend. He was in our house last night.”

Eugenie grabbed Nyx by her arms again and started shaking her.

“When did you get so lucky?! Edward asked you out!” she exclaimed.

Nyx rolled her eyes and pulled herself out of Eugenie’s hold.

“I am not lucky. I just happened to be his next victim. I will not let myself fall into his fake charms,” she said coldly.

Eugenie looked at her friend with a confused expression.

“What happened to you? You used to have a crush on him,” she asked.

“Yeah, during freshman year, which was ages ago. People change; I changed after I saw him for what he really is,” Nyx replied.

Eugenie pouted.

“Can’t you just go out with him at least for the clout? I mean, he is rich, popular, and handsome.”

Nyx scoffed in response to what Eugenie said.

“Handsome? I think I have a new definition of handsome,” she said, thinking about the stranger she met in Sofia.

She then huffed and walked away from Eugenie, who looked perplexed.

Hours passed by, and both Nyx and Eugenie were done with their shift. The moment they clocked out, their other friend came into the café.

“Hey girls,”

Bello cheerfully greeted them, a little bit loud for their liking. Bello is the third part of their trio. He is tall, handsome in his own way, with dimples on both cheeks. Girls get swooned over when he smiles, but he only prefers guys.

Nyx and Eugenie shushed him and dragged him out of the café.

“Why are you so loud?” Eugenie hissed at Bello.

“I am just excited because Nyx is back. I missed you, girl,” Bello replied, pulling Nyx in a hug.

“I missed you too.”

“So, how was Sofia? Any cute boys?” Bello asked.

“She met a guy.”

Eugenie chimed in, and Bello’s eyes widened.

“What? Tell me everything. I need all the details,” he pressed.

“That’s the thing. She won't give me details. She didn’t say the guy’s name, and she also didn’t get his number,” Eugenie said, and Bello dramatically gasped.

“Why?”

Nyx shook her head.

“It's not important, okay,” she said, and then she glanced at her wristwatch.

“Not important? Details have always been important,” Bello said, and Eugenie nodded in agreement.

Nyx looked at them and let out a sigh of defeat.

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

Bello and Eugenie took both her arms, clinging to her.

“You need to tell us everything.”

They whispered to her in unison. Nyx groaned as her friends dragged her to a nearby park bench. Once they were seated, they started.

“Now spill. How did you meet the guy?” Eugenie asked.

“Okay, on my last night there, I went to this tavern to drink. Just to celebrate; damn, their liquors a bit too strong for me, but good.”

Nyx started.

“You got good alcohol, and all we had was stale beer,” Bello grumbled.

“Did he offer to buy you a drink?” Eugenie asked about the man she met.

Nyx nodded.

“She ordered for himself and ordered for me. When I looked at him, I felt like he was the most handsome person ever. Like his whole aura was so bright that it blinds me,” she said.

“What’s his name?” Bello asked, and Eugenie nodded, urging Nyx to answer.

Nyx tried to remember as she raked her brain about the moment she had in the bar.

“I think his name is Ivan,” she answered.

“You think?”

“I was already tipsy, okay,” she answered.

“What else do you remember of him?” Eugenie asked.

I crossed my legs and thought for a second.

“He was a tourist, but I didn’t ask where he was from. I think he said he was a teacher.”

Nyx said, and both her friends looked at her.

“A teacher? Wow, it's some teacher-student trope. I love it,” Bello exclaimed, and Eugenie squealed at the same time.

“What happened after? Please tell me he kissed you. Please.”

Eugenie pleaded, dying to hear what you would say next. A smile appeared on my face, remembering what happened.

“I kissed him.”

When she said that, her friends squealed loudly, which made the passersby look at them. Nyx shushed them, feeling embarrassed.

“You b***h! You made a move on the handsome stranger!” Eugenie exclaimed, playfully slapping Nyx’s arm.

“Then after that? He didn’t just leave, did he?”

Bello asked, and Nyx was quiet. Her face was flushed as she remembered how he made her feel like a woman. Bello and Eugenie noticed her blushing face and grinned triumphantly. You didn’t need to say anything, as they already realized what happened next.

“OMG! You slut!”

“You popped the cherry!”

They cheered, and Nyx covered her face with her hands, embarrassed.

“Then I left in the morning.”

Nyx said, and her friends looked at her; their excited grins were gone.

“Did you say goodbye?”

“Did you two talk about what happened?”

They asked, eyeing her.

“I left a note.”

Both of them had their shoulder dropped in disappointment.

“That’s diabolical,” Eugenie mumbled, pursing her lips.

“Just a case of touch and go, boohoo,” Bello added.

Nyx rolled her eyes.