11 - Fallon
~ 11 ~
FALLON
Tuesday was a complete and total blur. Wednesday dragged on so long, it felt like three days in one.
But Thursday? Thursday was a whole fucking eternity.
I tried busying myself with everything I could, to make the days go faster. I studied until I couldn’t even look at my anatomy books anymore, and did so many zoology labs I would be ahead in that class for weeks. By now I knew what the guys liked, so I went shopping for them. I cleaned out the cabinets and restocked the house with a whole new round of their favorite foods and snacks, plus a few of my own.
When I was too wound up, I went to the gym and worked out. When I was tired from that, I went back to the house and cleaned some more. By Thursday night I was crawling the walls. I volunteered to cook dinner for everyone, and was thrilled when they gave me three different dishes to make. I prepared turkey chili for Dalton, and roasted two big chickens for Emerson. Trey claimed he just wanted a pizza, which was easy enough. But he not only finished it by himself, he ate some of the others’ leftovers, too.
Eventually exhaustion set in, and it hit me all at once. I fell asleep on the same couch the boys had left me so sexually tormented on a few days earlier, then dragged myself upstairs at midnight, to fall into Dalton’s bed. I still felt guilty he’d given up his bedroom for so long, but with a little luck, that would change soon. And that’s because I was finally signing the lease on a new apartment over the weekend.
It was bittersweet, knowing I’d soon be leaving the guys. Not only did I enjoy living with them, I found that I just loved being around people in general. I realized now how lonely it had been, living with Blaine, probably because he was so physically and emotionally detached. But now I’d gotten a taste of camaraderie. A taste of laughter, and merriment, and the simple fun of just clowning around.
I woke up Friday strangely confident, and totally free of the anticipation that had been gripping me all week long. I spent the day relaxing, then went shopping for something to wear; something absolutely incredible that would drive the guys crazy, for as long as it took for them to tear it off me. After all, tonight was about fulfilling fantasies. If I was going to do something wonderfully dirty and deliciously slutty, I wanted to look like the living embodiment of sex itself.
I had to go to three different stores, but eventually I assembled an outfit that I was sure would drive the guys totally out of their minds. Then I went home and waited. They had practice until seven tonight, followed by a one-hour team meeting, and then they were driving Trey to the airport. But after that, according to Dalton, they were coming home to totally and completely ‘destroy me.’
The thought of it made me wet all day. I’d changed panties twice, just thinking about those two little words. And now here I was, strutting around the house, practically crossing my legs in excitement. I was already changed. Standing in high heels and the craziest stockings I’d ever seen, I was primping in the mirror when my phone started ringing. I picked it up without even looking at it.
“Hello?”
“Fallon! Oh, Fallon, thank God!”
My friend’s voice was unexpectedly frantic. It set the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
“Julie?”
“Please, Fallon, can you come and get me!? I’m at the Zephyr and there’s this creepy guy who’s been standing next to me all night, and I think he put something in my drink maybe, or—”
“Whoa, whoa, stop!” I cried out. “Who? Who did this to you!?”
“I dunno, some guy, I was talking to him for hours. Ben, or Benji, or Benjamin maybe.”
“The Zephyr…” I repeated, squinting into the phone. “Where is tha--”
“And at first… at first he seemed okay, but then I was drunk, and I got really dizzy, really fast, and I almost threw up, and the next thing I knew he was guiding me out of the place. Trying to walk me to his car—”
“You’re not still outside, are you?” I cut her off sharply.
“No, no,” she blurted. “I’m back inside.”
“Good,” I sighed in relief.
“B—But I don’t really know anyone else here,” she went on. “I came with Jennifer and Lynne, but they left early for another party, and I just wanted to finish my drink. And since we drove separately—”
“Julie, stop. Hang on.”
“Okay.”
“Where’s that guy now? The one who may have spiked your drink?”
“I—I think he’s still outside, over by my car,” she said, sounding terrified again. “I saw him out there, waiting in the parking lot. It’s not like I can drive anywhere, obviously. But this place is so far out in the middle of nowhere, and there’s this stupid storm, and I can’t get an Uber. I’ve been trying for an hour, and my phone is dying, and I’m afraid this guy might—”
“Stay right there, I’m coming to get you.”
I kicked off my heels, and began pulling off my stockings. I needed clothes. I needed my car keys.
“Julie, are you listening to me?” I raised my voice. “JULIE?”
My friend had gone worryingly silent.
“Uhh… yeah.”
“Don’t move, do you hear me?” I practically shouted. “Stay right where you are. My maps app says I’ll be there in forty-eight minutes.”
“O—Okay.”
“DO NOT leave the bar.”
“I won’t, Fallon. I promise.”
“Good, now hang up before your phone dies,” I said, pulling on my jeans and boots. “Or even better, ask the bartender if you can borrow a phone charger. I’ll call you when I’m close.”
“Okay. And… Fallon?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you sooooo much.”
I swept my jacket on, right over the sweatshirt I’d already pulled on, which was over the corset-type bra that I’d hoped to get laid in. My makeup was done to the nines, my hair teased out seductively. I sure as hell looked like I was going out.
But of course, all I really wanted was to stay in.