The Cab ride I had taken home was slow and quiet. Sam had said that she wanted to stay with Damion at Leon's. She didn't want me going home alone drunk so she pleaded for me to stay in an extra spare room. That was something I had to take a hard pass on. I didn't want to be sleeping anywhere near Leon while he's with her, not after what happened.
I can't tell if I am more sad or jealous. It’s not that I want Leon, hell, I don't even want to be his friend. But there is something about seeing your soulmate carrying a girl to his room that brings out the jealousy. I have a right to feel that way because he was supposed to be mine, even though I don't want him. I just don't want to see him with her. There that's it I don't want him but no one else is allowed to have him.
Those were the thoughts that had kept me up late last night. Those were the thoughts that I am still thinking about now while swimming laps.
Lucy hadn’t been wrong about my six pack because I do have one but it’s not as defined as most would like. I am more of a soft guy by nature but whatever. Whenever I have a problem I come to the gym pool and just swim laps. Whenever I am bored I swim laps. Basically, whenever I have the chance I just go swimming. Its calming and a great exercise so yeah.
I feel my strokes become less smooth and more desperate as I think about last night. I want the water to exhaust me. I want to be able to only think of what I am doing and not be obsessing over what happened.
I remember Leon's hands. Those manly hands that touched my thigh making me want more. Those green eyes that looked at me while doing so.
I have to swim harder and faster if I am ever going to get him out of my fucking mind. He had been invading my thoughts all day and I just don't want him there. Things were easier when I didn't know who him personally. Why can't it just go back to that?
Touching the ege of the pool I turn around and swim as fast as I can. I need to focus on the exersion to forget for just one moment. Leon needs to leave my mind the fuck alone.
He needs to leave me alone period.
After another seven solid minutes, I realize that I need to start getting ready for class. I drag myself halfway out of the pool before giving up and lying there. I think I probably look dead to anyone who sees’s this lifeless lump. I will just lay here for a while and maybe fall asleep. That sounds so much better than English, yet so much more disgusting.
Hearing footsteps behind means if I fall asleep and slip into the pool someone will save will be there to save my sorry ass. The sleeping option is becoming more real by the second.
“Evan, is that you?”
Oh my god why is this person not in bed with a hangover?
“If I say this is Terrance will you believe me?”
I don't even move any part of my body besides my mouth when talking to her. I don't want to even look at her. Last night was embarrassing and I have no want to see her.
“Evan!! Are you okay.”
She runs over and wrenches my head up to look at her. Oh God, I want to just roll into the pool and hope for her to be gone. Drowning sounds like a better option than talking to this crazy woman.
“Yes Lucy, I am fine. Now if you can put my head down..”
I don't even finish my sentence before she lets go and my cheekbone, nose, and chin smack the cement on the outside of the pool.
“Shit Lucy, what the hell is wrong with you.”
It takes all my strength to reach up to my face and cradle my cheek. Slightly shifting my fingers I can see blood on the pointer and middle one. I usually don't get mad but now I am furious. Between last night and now I don't really give a shit about her feelings. Now I am glad Lucy isn't my soulmate because I would divorce her in five minutes of being married.
“Oh my God, Evan, I am so sorry.”
She is reacing out her hands to my face and I am kinda terrified at this moment.
“Lucy! Dont you fucking touch me. Dont ever touch me again. Infact dont even look at me or go near me.”
As I am saying these words I don't know if I will regret them later. They are unfair and completely undeserved. Well, mostly undeserved but at this moment I don't care. I want to hurt her and this is the only way I know how.
I dont even look at her but the sniffleing is a bit too loud to ignore. I hope she is an ugly crier because I am imagening alot of snot coming out of her nose right now.
“Baby, what happened?”
I didnt even hear the person when he came into the room but I know who it is just by the sound of his voice. I am still laying flat on the ground so even if my birthmark was showing it wouldnt be visible to either of these fuckers, thank God.
“Leon, it’s completely understandable.”
She can barely get the words out through her sniffels and she sounds like a child. This girl needs a reality check because I only said three little things and she is balling.
“Evan, what did you say to my girl.”
I burst out laughing which kind of hurt like hell because my nose was still gushing a bit of blood.
I can't tell if I am overly tired or overly bitchy maybe it could be both.
“Your girl? Ha you fuck her for one night and suddenly she is your girl? Please Leon, you will toss her away like trash once you get bored everyone knows it aside from little miss idiota right here.”
Dragging my face up to see him I can tell he is mad. Good, I want him just as mad as I am. He is a fake phony ass idiot. When he was kissing his “girl” he felt me up. I bet he didn't tell her that when he was fucking her.
His eyes dart to my nose and I can see hesitation which sucks for me because then I feel an ounce of guilt and I usually never feel guilty. I hate what he does to me. I hate how he makes me act. Most of all I hate Leon whatever the fuck his last name is.
His eyes harden as he notices I see him looking. It's like a switch flipped and his worry is replaced with anger. My guilt is replaced with defiance as I stare him down.
“Baby lets just leave him. Sam will threaten to slit my throat If I rough him up.”
He steps over my head and grabs for Lucy’s hand. I see now that she is, in fact, a beautiful crier and I am so disappointed with that. It almost makes me want to feel bad for what I did. Almost.
Catching her eyes as she walks away I see she is giving me a pleading look. Its like she wants me o forgive her when I don't feel like it at all. The gaze I give her is filled with hate and then I turn my head to the cool cement floor.
All I can think about as the door clicks shut is how dirty the floor is and how I might get an infection. Well, at least that's better than thinking about the whores Leon and Lucy.
(I bet you all thought this chapter was going to be about something else. naughty children :) ;])
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