I Was Never Him

My girlfriend Rachel was sick and hospitalized. When I arrived with the soup I'd made, I overheard her conversation with her friends:

"Connor's back. Time to dump that substitute you've been keeping around for three years, don’t you think?" Vivian’s voice was teasing.

"After you two break up, let me have a shot at him. I've never dated that type of guy before," Madison said with a laugh.

Rachel's cold voice drifted out from the hospital room:

"Do whatever you want. He's easy to get anyway."

I stood outside the door, clutching the thermos, my fingers tightening bit by bit.