It was Cassidy and she wasn't alone.

I jumped away from Phoebe, nearly knocking over the side table with a small flower vase next to the edge of the couch.

Cassidy nearly fell through the open door, her blonde hair flying as she tripped backward into the wall. The sound of her heels hitting the tiled floor by the door made me wince.

Calvin, of all people, was holding Cassidy's hand and gently gripped her shoulder to re-balance her. Then, he looked up and met my gaze.

"Oh, what the fuck. I totally forgot you lived here," he said. Cassidy stared at Phoebe and I  clearly struck speechless.  Slowly, she kicked off her heels, still staring at the two of us.

Phoebe looked at me, but I kept staring at Calvin. Calvin just crossed his arms and eyed me and Phoebe. "What, did we interrupt something?"

Suddenly, Phoebe pushed herself to her feet, brushing off her knees. She stood next to me, arms folded at her chest, cheeks darkened.

"Hi Cassidy," I said. My voice came out quiet due to my bone-dry throat. 

"Hey," she said. Her face was red, eyes wide, and she wore a low-cut dress that told me everything I need to know. Calvin and her had clearly been on a date. That seemed like such a wild coincidence.

And did that mean he told her anything about me? Or did he not even realize who he was on a date with?

I mean, what was wrong with Cassidy knowing what was going on? I hadn't really been telling her everything just because I didn't want to worry her. Also, I knew Cassidy. She would kill someone on my behalf. I was a bit afraid of what she would do even with the most recent information that David had just given me. 

"Sorry for interrupting, I didn't mean to!" Cassidy said hurriedly. She pointed toward her door, "We can just go into my room. You both can keep doing whatever..." She looked at Pheobe. She knew something was up.

Although she didn't realize that I also knew Calvin.

"Yeah, no it's okay," I replied to Cassidy. "You didn't interrupt. It's fine."

"It sure seemed like we interrupted something, Keira," Calvin butted in, as he pointed out the obvious.

"Wait, do you know each other,"  Cassidy said. She pursed her lips, one hand tightly gripped onto the beige purse she'd brought with her on her date.

"Yes," I responded, quietly. Cassidy raised her eyebrows at me, shock written across her face.

"How?"

I picked up my mug and brought it the sink, quickly washing it off. The stains from the tea spilled into the sink as my fingers ran under the warm water. I was going to have to explain everything to Cassidy. She would understand.

Although how would I explain Phoebe? I didn't even know what we were doing. I hadn't even thought to ask if she actually wanted to...

Date?

Be together?

Something like that?

Who knew?

Finally, I faced Cassidy and Calvin. Cassidy stood with her back against her bedroom door, wide eyes watching my every move. Calvin stood awkwardly to the side, rubbing the back of his neck. It was a bit weird for him, wasn't it? He had also matched with me on a dating app.

"So, I know Calvin because of David. He was one of the people that David flirted with as me."

Cassidy nodded slowly. "Oh. That makes sense."

"And he's been helping me deal with it."

Cassidy was contemplative.

"Yeah, but we didn't hook up, Cass. I promise," Calvin said. "Just wanna clear my name."

Cassidy shook her head and blinked quickly. "Yeah, whatever. I wouldn't really care, to be honest."

Calvin's shoulders sagged a little bit in relief.

Cassidy looked over at Phoebe and I knew what she was going to ask before it even came out of her mouth. "Are you two dating?"

Phoebe's cheeks went dark red. I didn't speak a word, my mouth dry, blood rushing from my head.

I probably should have asked Phoebe that before Cassidy came into the room. In my defense, I had no idea that Cassidy was going to come barging in with Calvin of all people.

It was definitely a bit weird that Calvin hadn't even realized that Cassidy was my roommate. Did he not even do a basic social media stalk? I was all over Cassidy's. She was also on mine. It was just such a messed up situation.

I wanted to rip my hair out and punch a wall. Why did my life have to be so confusing?

Noticing my utter shock and reluctance to answer her question, Cassidy dropped it. She opened the door to her room, glancing nervously over her shoulder at Calvin. "Well, I'm sorry for interrupting," she mumbled. "Do you still want to come?"

Calvin gave a curt nod and disappeared into the room after Cassidy.

That left Phoebe and I alone in the living room.

"Should I go?" Phoebe said quietly. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, her body turned toward the door. She had at some point picked up her tote bag as if to prepare to leave.

I stared at Phoebe, unable to form the words of a response. Each moment in silence felt more awkward. What was I supposed to say?

I didn't know what we were doing. I didn't know if this was a date. I didn't know if she even liked me or if it was all just some friend thing or if we were both just really in a crappy situation and needed somebody to lean on.

And I didn't even know if I liked her. Or if I just felt attracted to her because I was desperate to have someone to lean on as I was dealing with David. Perhaps it was time for me to find other friends. Other people to lean on. People who weren't so confusing to be around.

Instead of uttering a single word, I just nodded slowly, my chin drooping to my chest. I didn't watch as she left or as the door shut closed, insulating me inside of my apartment. I somberly picked up the pieces of our "date," if I could even call it that. Washed the dishes. Put my hair back. The whole while I could hear Cassidy and Calvin giggling from her room.

I went to bed early that night.