Chapter Fourteen
Jayson
Kissing Chloe is like winning the lottery. When she kissed me back in the bathroom before my shower, I thought I was going to embarrass myself. It was easily better than any actual sex that I’ve ever had. Stopping and letting her go so I could get in the shower was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But, I knew if we didn’t stop, something major was going to happen right there with Connor and Madison just steps away.
Like any guy, I’ve screwed in the bathroom before, but she means more than that, especially for our first time. I knew I needed to get my head back on straight. We have only known each other for two days and we aren’t dating, though I am going to do my best to change that in the near future. To make matters worse, asshat Connor bangs on the door and says for us to “quit fucking already.” He is going down when we get home. I guess I won’t hurt him too badly this time since he ruined the mood and I was able to get my head out of my pants.
Chloe’s brownie and ice cream dessert is awesome. When I walk in the kitchen, she is preparing it, but she looks like she wants to cover me in chocolate syrup and lick me. I’m up for that in more ways than one. I think I’m having a Connor moment. Lust is definitely eating away at my brain.
I manage to get myself together and we have a great time laughing and talking while we eat. That’s the thing with Chloe; while I find her all kinds of sexy, she also has a great mind and laugh. I can spend hours talking to her. I know my mancard is in jeopardy, but I can’t find it in myself to care. From where I stand, things can only get better and I like the sound of that.
Once we finish dessert, we try to get our heads out of the clouds because our PSYC assignment isn’t going away. She takes me to her bedroom and I can’t help but kiss her one more time. This girl can kiss like no other and I don’t want to stop, but she tells me our study session has to come first and kissing later. Although I hate losing her mouth, I know I have to keep my grades up and it helps knowing there is a fucking awesome reward waiting for me at the end, both tonight and in the future.
Getting comfortable on her bed with our laptops and books, we both get lost in the work. In no time at all, the clock shows after midnight and we’re both yawning. I go to look for Connor, but I don’t see either he or Madison so I head back to Chloe’s room to finish up. About 12:30 a.m., I can see she is wearing down so I suggest a little nap. We stretch out on the bed, lying with her head on my shoulder, and soon we are both dead to the world.
I forget to set my alarm and at 2:30 a.m., I jerk awake, realizing that we never finished our schoolwork. Chloe is sleeping so peacefully that I don’t have the heart to wake her up. So I get up and finish the work on our outline and then fall back into bed with her. I know I need to get up and go home, but I am so tired and I don’t want to leave her. Right before I fade away, I wake up enough to set my alarm for a time that will insure I can go home to clean up before school.
At 6:30 AM, Chloe’s door flies open and Madison runs in yelling Chloe’s name. Both of us sit up at the same time and Madison points at the clock while laughing. I don’t know what the significance of the clock is, but they both look very happy.
Hearing all of the commotion, Connor walks in and says, “Way to go, my man.” Then he puts his fist out for a fist bump, which makes me shake my head, but I give him one anyway.
He’s not Connor if he isn’t inappropriate so he asks or tries to ask, “Did you two fu…?”
Before he can get the words out, Chloe throws a pillow at him and Madison shoves him. He loves the attention and it just amps him up more, but I give him the look that says he better shut it or he’s getting it, so he lets it go.
I hate to up and leave, but I know I have to get home and get ready for school. On top of that, Chloe has her hand over her mouth while proclaiming “morning breath” and forbids me to come any closer. That just makes me hold her down and tickle her which has her wriggling around like a little kid. Also, she is trying not to laugh with her mouth open and it is cracking me up. I don’t smell any morning breath, but I don’t want to scare her with mine either, so I get up and gather my things while telling her I will meet her in class. I also threaten her that if she is late, the seat is mine. That puts a fire under her little ass and she pushes me out the door. She cracks me up with the way she owns that seat.
I drive home with a permanent grin on my face and walk into our house in the same condition. Connor is shaking his head and telling me that he can’t believe how whipped I am and I haven’t even gotten any. I tell him he is in the same boat with Madison, but he says they are just friends and that he doesn’t want anything serious. What a liar! I know him like I know myself; he is my twin after all. I don’t know why he holds himself back like this. He is so convinced that he doesn’t need a relationship, but I can see Madison is different for him. I tell myself that there is nothing I can do and he is going to have to figure it out on his own. I hope he doesn’t take too long to figure it out and then she ends up getting close with someone else.
I rush through getting ready, not because I’m late, but so I can get to class early to talk to Chloe. Also, I am worried about our instructor approving our work; the outline for the paper and presentation was difficult because we didn’t have all of the sources we needed. I don’t know how he can expect us to have 12 sources in one day’s time, but sometimes academic types are on another planet.
Rushing through my shower, I throw on a black Dallas Stars t-shirt, some black athletic pants, and Under Armour tennis shoes. I don’t have time to eat and get there early so I’ll grab lunch after class. Everything in the world is conspiring to make me late; traffic is backed up and I end up having to park in BFE. I run the whole way to class, but I already know my seat is taken.
As I walk in, I see her sitting there, but she’s in her old seat and saving mine for me. We grin goofily at each other and I give her a hug.
Of course, the instructor has to walk in and interrupt us with clearing his throat and saying, “Mr. Reece, please take your seat; you can hug on Ms. Schaeffer after class.”
This whole class breaks out into laughter, especially me and Chloe. We present our idea and the old turd ends up liking it so I know we are on the right track. He lets each group go after their mini-presentation to him and that is fine with me because now I have time to spend with Chloe before my next class and hopefully get something to eat.
We walk out and she high fives me because she is so happy that the instructor likes our work.
I grin at her and say, “I think you can do better than that, princess.”
She winks at me and says, “Maybe I can or maybe I can’t. What’s it worth to you?”
So, I tell her I will go to Chipotle and let Carlos flirt with me if I get a hug. That really cracks her up and what do you know, she’s in my arms.
I’m in heaven until I hear a screeching voice. “Back up off my man, bitch!”
Chloe freezes in my arms and I feel ice run through my veins. I know exactly who that voice belongs to and I don’t want to have to explain this to Chloe. I know I have to face this so I tighten my hold on Chloe, but I turn us toward Alyssa’s voice. She looks like she is going to have a Linda Blair moment and spit pea soup while her head spins around on her neck.
I shut my eyes in frustration because I’m watching a train wreck and I don’t know how to stop it.
“Alyssa, stop now. I’m not yours and don’t call Chloe a bitch.” I try to keep calm, but it comes out as a growl.
Alyssa looks surprised, but she doesn’t give in. Instead she gets right up in Chloe’s face and says, “That’s my boyfriend. Let go of him.”
I feel Chloe trying to get away, but I’m not letting her go.
Right now, I have two females that look ready to skin me alive and then wrestle each other to the ground. I know what Alyssa is going to say next so I interrupt her before she can. I take Chloe’s face in my hands and cradle it all while looking into her eyes. I see hurt there and I know it’s not good.
“Chloe, Alyssa is not my girlfriend. We were, uh we were, friends with some benefits.”
This enrages Alyssa and she yells, “Some benefits? You have fucked me every weekend since last semester including this past one, which was less than a week ago!”
Shit, this is not good. I didn’t even remember it was that recent. Meeting Chloe blindsided me completely and I haven’t thought of anyone else since. Even so, I should have ended it with Alyssa first; now I look like a first rate douchebag.
I try to tell Chloe that I’m sorry and she looks right in my eyes and says, “I think you need to apologize to her. I’m going to go. I will see you next class.” With that, she walks away and I feel sick to my stomach.
I guess I must have zoned out because I don’t realize that Alyssa is running her hand up and down my arm. I snap out of it and step away from her. With hatred in my voice, I tell her if she touches me or comes near me again, I am going to file a restraining order against her.
This finally gets her attention and she practically spits at me with these final words, “Your bitch is going down and you WILL be mine again.”
Finally, she stomps off and I feel somewhat relieved, but deep down, I know it’s not over…not by a long shot. Realizing there is nothing I can do right now, I text Connor the details of the shit show I just encountered and make my way to my next class.