“Good morning,” Maricar said as she walked into the living room.
“Hello,” I said cheerfully.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” she said, “what happened last night?”
“We made up,” I said smiling.
“Are you sure that was the right thing to do,” she said cautiously.
“What do you mean?”
“He did say some hash things at the club.”
“He apologized for that,” I explained.
“Are you sure he was sorry?”
“Why do you say that?” “No reason, I just don’t want you to be hurt,” she said and sat down next to me.
“I won’t be hurt.”
“What are you doing today?” she asked, changing the subject.
“I don’t know,” I said just as the phone rang.
Maricar picked up the phone, “Hello?”
After a slight pause, she looked at me and said, “It’s for you.”
She handed me the phone and I whispered, “Who is it?” “Chris,” she said and walked out of the room.
“Hi Chris” I said.
“Hey Jen. What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I said and turned off the TV.
“Do you possible wanna go to a party later?”
“Whose party?” I asked.
“A friend of mine,” he said.
“I’d love to go. Who all is going to be there?”
“A bunch of people,” he said.
“Okay, what time does it start?”
“Whenever.”
“What time do you wanna leave?” I asked.
“Whenever your ready.”
“Chris,” I whined, ”your not helping here.”
“I’m sorry. Be ready by nine.”
“Will do so.”
“Are you going go come over here and get ready?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Do you want me to come and get you?” he asked.
“If you want to.”
“Do you want me to come now?”
“Okay,” I said.
“I’ll be there in a half an hour.”
“I’ll see you then,” I said.
“Bye.”
“Bye,” I said and hung up the phone.
“What did he want?” Maricar asked from the doorway.
“We’re going to a party tonight.”
“Do you want me to drive you over there?”
“No thanks, he’s coming to get me in a little bit.”
“Okay,” she said and walked down the hallway.
“Hey Maricar,” I called to her.
“Yeah?”
“Is it alright if I wear this over there?” I asked, referring to the clothes I have on that I borrowed last night.
“Sure,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said and walked upstairs.
I grabbed my clothes and purse and walked downstairs. Maricar was sitting on a chair looking outside. You have to admire her. She was once in a group that was just breaking out in American, but split soon after. I think she perceives it that she’s the reason why they broke up, but she isn’t. We talked awhile ago and I discovered that she had a bad childhood. You’d never have known by looking at her, but she did. “Jen,” she said as she looked up at me, “just be careful. We don’t need two broken hearts around here.”
“I know,” I said and smiled at her.
“Have fun tonight,” she said as Chris pulled into the driveway.
“I will,” I said and walked out the front door.
“Hey,” Chris said as I got into the car.
“Hi,” I said.
The ride back to his mom’s house was silent. When we walked into the house, we were greeted with an silence. I walked upstairs and into the spare bedroom. I changed into a pair of jeans and a black baby tee. I pulled my hair back and sat down on the bed. A content sigh escaped my lips. “What are you thinking about?” Chris asked as he appeared in the doorway.
“Huh?” I asked, startled.
“What are you thinking about?” he repeated.
“Nothing,” I said.
“You have to be thinking about something,” he said and walked into the room.
“Why do I have to?”
“You sounded like you were thinking of something or perhaps, someone,” he said with a smirk.
“No,” I began, “I wasn’t really thinking of anything or anyone.”
“Then what were you thinking of?” he asked and sat down next to me.
“Just about my life.”
“You wanna know what I keep thinking of,” he said as he drew closer to me.
“What?” I asked as his lips approached mine.
“Of you,” he said and kissed me on the lips.
“You what?” I said in awe as he moved down onto my neck.
“I thought of you all last night, I couldn’t get you out of my head,” he said as he gently bit my neck.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, trying to fight the pleasure he was giving me.
“You don’t want me to?” he asked as he pulled away.
“No,” I said and stood up.
“Why?” he challenged and stood up also.
“Because you’re with Dani.”
“I think of you all the time. When Dani and I kiss, I wish it were you. When we cuddle, I wish you were there with me. Whenever Dani and I make love, I wish I was making love to you.”
“No you don’t,” I said and walked away.
“Yes I do,” he said and grabbed my wrist.
“Then why put Dani through this pain?” I questioned. He looked at me, but didn’t say one word. “That’s what I thought,” I said and walked out into the hall.
“I’m so confused,” Chris said as he followed me down the stairs, “I don’t want to hurt Dani. She’s been hurt in the past and she’s done things to herself. I don’t want her to go through that again.”
I turned around and faced him, “Bull shit, she wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh she wouldn’t, why don’t you ask her one of these days,” he said with a smug look on his face, “but don’t say that I told you.”
“Fine, I will,” I said.
“Good for you,” he said.
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