Chapter 11
EvanAnn
I may not have been that sore last night, but now as I sit in a plastic chair listening to my cast butcher Shakespeare, I’m decidedly uncomfortable. Maybe fucking three guys on the night I lost my virginity was too much.
My lips curve into a smile. No, I can’t regret what I did last night. And I definitely can’t wait for the next time. I clue back into my cast and wonder if most of them are hungover.
“Okay.” I stand and draw the attention of the actors. “Let’s take ten, get something to drink, and then reset.”
Sunday afternoon rehearsals are vital to my plan. It’s the only time that doesn’t conflict with sports or other extracurriculars. It’s a great time for a full run through, but right now, the cast is still learning their lines.
I lower into my seat as everyone steps away to use the bathroom or get a drink or go fuck in a closet. I don’t care as long as they’re back in ten minutes. My fingers toy with my pen as I read through the notes I made on this scene.
“Hey.”
I look up into Chase’s blue eyes, slightly annoyed he disrupted my concentration. Did he ever make my heart flutter or was it just the idea of him that made me feel something? Popular, hot, interested in me.
He lowers to a squat in front of my table with a smile. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m good. What do you need, Chase?” It feels like he’s expecting something from me. I clearly told him we’d talk on Monday.
“I was hoping we could talk some more. About us.” He looks hopeful.
I guess I should be acting more broken up over our breakup. Instead, I have a sex hangover from fucking three guys last night. Not to mention coming on Hawk’s tongue this morning. I smile a little and that must encourage Chase.
“Maybe after practice we can go grab a coffee and talk it out.”
I arch an eyebrow. What’s there to talk about really? He’s a lying cheater, and I’m boning three guys, so I think we’re just over at this point. Right? Damon wants me to continue using Chase, but what if I didn’t? What if I just told him he could go fuck himself?
But I want to understand why, which is annoying. But fuck, why date me at all? He clearly wasn’t serious about a relationship, but he stayed with me. Why? I want to know his motive. I need to understand.
But not today. Today I want to bask in my after-sex glow. And that definitely doesn’t include talking to Chase.
“Tonight isn’t a good idea. I have a lot of homework and need to work on the play.” I run a hand over my hair, which I pulled up into a bun. “I told you we’d talk at lunch on Monday. Right now, I don’t really want to get into it with you. I need to focus.”
“Oh.” He straightens like he really thought I’d be like I forgive you and take you back. “Yeah. I’m sorry, babe. I just really want us to be okay. I miss you.”
And I really want to scream at him, how could we be okay with him fucking every other girl in this school? He left me out in the middle of nowhere at night. What would ever make me good with that?
“Hey.”
I look up as Hawk walks past Chase and hands me a Diet Coke.
“You looked like you could use a pick me up.” Hawk’s green eyes are only on me, and something stirs inside me. It helps calm the fire raging within that wants me to tear my ex a new asshole.
Chase’s eyes narrow suspiciously on Hawk.
“Thanks.” I smile at Hawk and wonder if the rumor mill picked up on our leaving the party together. Or at least sneaking off. The room was pretty dark, so maybe no one thought anything of it.
Mia walks over and looks at the guys. “How’s it going, girl boss?”
I blow out a breath and open my Diet Coke.
She glances at me and Chase and Hawk. And then lifts her eyebrows. I’m sure that’s some sort of girl communication technique, but I’ve got nothing. She must figure out something because she turns with a smile.
“Hey, Chase, do you want to run my lines with me over here?” Mia grabs his arm and pulls him away.
Hawk chuckles and sits in Keira’s seat. “Are you back together with the fucker yet?”
“Nope.” I take a drink. “I’m making him sweat.”
“You know there’s enough time left to find somewhere to be alone.” Hawk’s voice is quiet.
A shiver goes through me. “Not during practice.”
“Thought I’d offer to take the edge off.” Hawk starts to stand but leans over me. “You need me, I’m yours.”
He walks off, taking with him that scent of citrus and leaving me a little needy. I cross my legs.
I drink the soda, which I did need, and curse my work ethic before returning to reviewing my notes.
Keira returns to the table and claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Two minute warning.”
She sinks into the chair beside me at the table. “How’s it going?”
I smile. “Pretty good, actually.”
“Didn’t you and Chase break up Friday night?” She taps her pen on the table.
“Oh, yeah.” Maybe I should act more broken up, but honestly. “I think it was for the best. He wanted something I wasn’t willing to give him.”
“Guys can be dicks sometimes. I didn’t want to say anything, but he hit on me last week.” Keira shudders like it wasn’t a good time. “I was going to talk to you this weekend about it, privately. I thought you should know he was trying to get with other girls.”
He definitely succeeded on other girls.
“I appreciate you saying something.” I blow out a breath. No one else did. “Yeah, apparently he had a different idea of what our relationship meant.”
“For what it’s worth, Hawk seems really into you.” Keira blushes and looks down at her paper. “Not that I’m the best judge of things like that, but...” She shrugs.
I glance over to where Hawk is working with Sophia on their parts in the play. She giggles every time he speaks. Hopefully she gets over that by the time we go off book.
I’m home in time for dinner. When I walk into the dining room, Adam and my mom sit at the table.
“Hi, honey.” Mom stands and gives me a hug. “I feel like I never get to see you anymore.”
We sit down, and Mom turns to Adam.
“Play rehearsal takes all her time. It’s hard to find moments to reconnect.” She reaches over and takes my hand, squeezing it. “The occasional meal.”
Normally, I’d get her attention post-breakup. Her staying with a guy this long and moving in is definitely new. I missed our couple weeks of binging romcoms and breakup movies. We always find time for dinners during plays, though. Right now, we’re definitely seeing less of each other than usual.
I glance toward the rest of the house. I haven’t seen Damon today. Not since this morning. I don’t really want to ask where he’s at. What would they do if they knew we were sleeping together?
“Hockey takes up all of Damon’s time.” Adam smiles as he looks at my mom. “He’s always doing extra training, but fortunately most of it he can do in our home gym. I’ve probably seen him at more dinners since you two moved in than I did last year.”
“He seems very devoted to the game.” Mom nods and picks up her fork.
I wish I knew more about where he was supposed to go this year. But I don’t want to seem too interested and arouse suspicion with my interest. They have to know it’s not normal to put two teens together like this.
But I’ll be sleeping in his bed tonight and maybe doing more. Anticipation buzzes through my veins.
I’m lifting a forkful of food to my mouth when Mom says, “I’m surprised he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“That’s one thing I’ve been grateful for over the years.” Adam leans back in his chair. “No girl drama.” He glances at me. “No offense, but relationships at your age tend to go sideways quickly.”
Now would be the perfect time for me to tell Mom about my breakup. But what if part of the reason they feel comfortable putting Damon and me so close together is because I have a boyfriend?
“I don’t know,” Mom says with a smile. “Evan really didn’t have a boyfriend until last spring, and he’s been a good guy. No trouble at all. Isn’t that right, Evan?”
I clear my throat. “No trouble.”
Adam chuckles. “That’s good then. Hopefully when Damon goes to college, he’ll meet a good girl. That’s how I met his mother. Beth was a pre-law student.”
I don’t know a lot about Damon’s mom, but my curiosity is definitely piqued.
I want to ask questions. Questions I shouldn’t ask.
What kind of woman was she? What kind of cancer did she have?
Was it slow or fast? Did they find it too late?
Did she get treatment? What happened? How did Damon deal with it?
Has he dealt with it? Is that why he’s so angry?
Mom reaches over and squeezes Adam’s hand. When he lifts his gaze, it’s like he comes out of a trance. He smiles softly at her.
That smile stays with me as I finish dinner and head up to my room. It was a smile of understanding. Like they both went through something horrible and they get that part of each other. Maybe this relationship is good for my mom.
I walk to my desk and review my homework schedule for the week.
The door opens in Damon’s room. I turn in my desk chair to see if he’s going to come to me. The bathroom light and the fan come on. Then the shower starts. He doesn’t close the door.
We never really talked about what happens after we have sex. If I want to get off, will he fuck me or just make me come with his fingers and/or mouth? Do I need to be specific?
If I want to fuck, do I just ask them to fuck me and they do it? I could text Hawk and ask him. Or maybe Cam would tell me. Damon isn’t big on talking, though.
Urgh. I can’t do this. No more focus on sex. I have shit to do.
I turn back to my desk and work on my homework. The shower shuts off and then the sink runs for a little while. That earthy scent wafts toward me. I shiver when I hear my door lock engage.
Anticipation slices through me and my panties are already damp.
I don’t turn around when he stops behind me. His hair is damp from his shower.
He rolls my chair back, taking my hands from my keyboard and spinning my office chair around so I face him. Not that I was typing because I knew he was here. “How’s your pussy?”