Chapter 31 #2
I walk down the stairs and open the door to see an overly made-up Chelsea standing there beaming at me. She looks like she just won the lottery, and in her mind, she probably thinks she did.
“Hey baby,” she gushes, trying to rise on her toes and kiss me. I walk past her, closing the door and pointing in the direction of my room.
“You know where it is,” I say, mustering up as much enthusiasm as I can.
“I definitely do,” she says, lowering her voice in a ridiculously sultry tone. She moves to the side of me, her hand caressing my cock as she passes, and walks up the stairs.
It doesn’t even stir to life.
I follow behind her, noting Emmy’s raised eyebrows as we make our way to my room.
“I wore something extra special for you, Nathan.” Chelsea looks over her shoulder, winking at me in a way that would have once had me excited to unwrap my present. Now, it makes me sick to my stomach.
Emmy’s brows crease. She looks at me with a question in her eyes. I give her a slight shake of my head and follow Chelsea into my room, closing the door behind me.
Chelsea walks up to me and runs her hands up my chest. “Should we lock it?” she asks in a flirty tone. I remove her hands from my chest and sidestep her.
“No one is home. Not that I would give a fuck if they were. I like to put on a show.” I smirk, grabbing her hand and guiding her over to my bed. “Get naked. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“Don’t you want to see what I’m wearing for you, baby?” I mask my cringe. I’m not her baby. I’m not her anything.
“No. I want to see your pussy and tits,” I demand as I close the bathroom door. I can hear her responding giggle, and it makes me want to call the whole thing off. These girls were always ridiculous, but I don’t remember them being this intolerable.
Chelsea skipped her senior prom for the chance at a quick, meaningless fuck with Nathan Westin. For the chance to lock me down and be the trophy wife she aspires to be. It’s her only ambition in life, and it’s fucking sad. It’s fucking pathetic. But right now, I can use it to my advantage.
I turn on the shower, undress, and sit on the toilet. Ellie should be here soon. I’ll put on a little show, then kick this girl out and drink myself into a coma.
Just how I envisioned my senior prom.
The wall in my bathroom aligns with the hallway, so I lay my ear against it and listen closely for footsteps coming up the stairs.
About ten minutes later, I hear Ellie walking up the stairs, Emmy beside her.
“He’s in his room, but…”
“But what?” She giggles that sweet innocent laugh I love so much.
“Never mind. Just…never mind.” I hear Emmy slam her door shut, and I know I’ll have to deal with her later.
Not tonight, though. Tonight, I don’t want to think, or feel, or hurt.
I turn off the shower, wrap myself in a towel, and grab the bottle of vodka I have shoved underneath the sink vanity.
I take a swig just as I hear my bedroom door click open.
“Who…who are you?” Ellie gasps, her shock evident.
“Who am I?” Chelsea laughs. “Awe sweetie. I’m the cheerleading captain.
The homecoming queen. The girl who’s about to fuck your ex-boyfriend.
All. Night,” Chelsea responds, her voice so smug I have the urge to embarrass her right now and tell her she doesn’t stand a chance.
Tell her that there is no comparison between her and Ellie.
“Ex-boyfriend?” Ellie whispers, and my heart cracks in half.
“Oh. Did you…did you not know?” Chelsea asks, her tone filled with fake sympathy.
“I guess Nathan decided he was done playing with little girls. You were probably just a joke to him, yah know. The whole school knew it, sweetie. That you were just a prank he took a little too far,” she lies expertly.
I’d step in and stop her, but it’s working in my favor right now.
I can’t afford to let my feelings get in the middle of this.
“He wants a woman in his bed, Aly. Not the ugly duckling of the sophomore class. But I am so, so sorry you had to find out this way.”
I crack the bathroom door open in time to see Chelsea remove the comforter covering her body as she stands completely naked in front of Ellie.
I can’t look at her. I can’t see the tears that I know are lining her eyes. I can’t give her the chance to respond. If she does, I won’t be able to do this. I won’t be able to let her go.
I open the bathroom door and walk into my bedroom, wrapped only in a towel.
“Damn, baby, you look sexy as hell,” I say, walking toward the naked girl standing in the middle of my bedroom, while ignoring the love of my life standing in the doorway.
I lean forward and capture Chelsea’s lips with mine, sliding my hands down her back and cupping her bare ass.
Ellie lets out a sound that can only be described as pure pain, and I want to die.
I want to burn Chelsea’s taste from my mouth.
I want to scrub my hands raw, until I no longer know the feel of her ass.
Instead, I walk Chelsea backward to my bed and pray this will be over soon.
“Nate…” Ellie whispers. Her tone. Her tears. The raw agony in my whispered name. I see the diamond fall from her neck, landing in a heap on the floor. That’s how I know. I know that I’ve effectively destroyed my relationship with the girl I love more than anything in this entire world.