what the hell, and clicked the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Natalie, it's Jet.”
I groaned inwardly. “Jet? Why the hell are you calling me at this hour?”
“Why, were you asleep?” I heard
him chuckle on the other end.
“Well, yes, I was.” What a moron.
“You need to live a little. It's
only 11:00 p.m., why are you already in bed?”
“I live just fine, thank you. I
have classes in the morning, and I’m exhausted. So what do you want, Jet?”
“I want to see you.”
“Seriously? Jet, it's kind of late for a get
together, don't you think?”
“But I'm already here. You don't
have to go anywhere.”
“Excuse me?” He better not be
here. He so better not be here.
“I'm standing outside your
apartment right now.”
“What? Are you joking? Actually,
you had better be joking.”
“Nope, I'm out here, come down.”
“Jet, I'm not going down there.
It's late, I'm tired. Just go home.” I rubbed at my eyes, wishing I could just
close them again instead of dealing with another selfish man.
“I'm not going anywhere until you
come down and say hi to me first.”
I groaned inwardly; what the hell
was with this punk? He had some nerve showing up at my apartment at this hour,
wanting to visit. He was becoming increasingly annoying by the day. I turned on
my bedside lamp and assessed the situation. My hair was a mess, and I was
wearing a tank top and pajama pants with elephants on them. Perfect.
“No shot, Jet. I will see you
another day.”
“Come on, Natalie. I just won my
conference battle tonight. At least come out and congratulate me.”
His battle? Julie was right; he really was
on the MMA team.
Defeated, I laid my head back
down on the pillow. I was so not in the mood for Jet tonight. But he was
tugging on my heart strings with his win. I wanted to be nice. I supposed I
could at least go down and congratulate him before getting back under the
covers.
“Fine, I'm coming. But only for a
minute.” I hung up the phone and quickly got out of bed. I went to the bathroom
to make sure I didn't look like a complete disaster. I was wearing no makeup,
but it wasn't the end of the world. I quickly put a brush through my hair and
got out the knots. I grabbed my apartment keys, so I didn't end up locking
myself out of the building, and I shuffled out the door. I pitter-pattered down
five flights of stairs before I got to the main level. When I left the
building, Jet was standing there proudly, with a medal around his neck. He was
quite a sight I had to admit. He was pretty handsome besides sporting a split
lip. His tight shirt, which showed off his incredible body, made me forget
about that though. His medal was shining in the light, as if he were some kind
of super hero. I’m sure it was only there to impress me.
I could smell booze on him, but
he didn't appear to be intoxicated. He must have come back from celebrating.
“Wow, is that what you wear to
bed? Are those elephants?” He was staring at my pajamas in what could only be a
look of shock. It took him a few moments before his eyes finally left my pants.
I laughed, “Shut up. And Congratulations on your fight.”
“Why, thank you,” he said,
practically beaming at me. He truly was quite proud of his accomplishments.
The night was cool, and I
instantly got a chill all over my body. I wrapped my arms around my body to
keep myself warm. I had goose bumps all over my body, and I was looking forward
to going back into the apartment. The weather was changing as fall progressed,
and I wasn't up to being out in my pajamas, freezing my ass off.
“Well you got me out here, Jet,
now what do you want?” I smiled softly, unsure of what he was really doing
there.
“I want you, of course.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. I
couldn’t tell whether or not he was joking, and it made me uncomfortable. He
laughed when he said it, but the laugh seemed awfully forced .
“Be serious.”
“I am serious.” He was serious, and it made tiny
“Hello?”
“Hey, Natalie, it's Jet.”
I groaned inwardly. “Jet? Why the hell are you calling me at this hour?”
“Why, were you asleep?” I heard
him chuckle on the other end.
“Well, yes, I was.” What a moron.
“You need to live a little. It's
only 11:00 p.m., why are you already in bed?”
“I live just fine, thank you. I
have classes in the morning, and I’m exhausted. So what do you want, Jet?”
“I want to see you.”
“Seriously? Jet, it's kind of late for a get
together, don't you think?”
“But I'm already here. You don't
have to go anywhere.”
“Excuse me?” He better not be
here. He so better not be here.
“I'm standing outside your
apartment right now.”
“What? Are you joking? Actually,
you had better be joking.”
“Nope, I'm out here, come down.”
“Jet, I'm not going down there.
It's late, I'm tired. Just go home.” I rubbed at my eyes, wishing I could just
close them again instead of dealing with another selfish man.
“I'm not going anywhere until you
come down and say hi to me first.”
I groaned inwardly; what the hell
was with this punk? He had some nerve showing up at my apartment at this hour,
wanting to visit. He was becoming increasingly annoying by the day. I turned on
my bedside lamp and assessed the situation. My hair was a mess, and I was
wearing a tank top and pajama pants with elephants on them. Perfect.
“No shot, Jet. I will see you
another day.”
“Come on, Natalie. I just won my
conference battle tonight. At least come out and congratulate me.”
His battle? Julie was right; he really was
on the MMA team.
Defeated, I laid my head back
down on the pillow. I was so not in the mood for Jet tonight. But he was
tugging on my heart strings with his win. I wanted to be nice. I supposed I
could at least go down and congratulate him before getting back under the
covers.
“Fine, I'm coming. But only for a
minute.” I hung up the phone and quickly got out of bed. I went to the bathroom
to make sure I didn't look like a complete disaster. I was wearing no makeup,
but it wasn't the end of the world. I quickly put a brush through my hair and
got out the knots. I grabbed my apartment keys, so I didn't end up locking
myself out of the building, and I shuffled out the door. I pitter-pattered down
five flights of stairs before I got to the main level. When I left the
building, Jet was standing there proudly, with a medal around his neck. He was
quite a sight I had to admit. He was pretty handsome besides sporting a split
lip. His tight shirt, which showed off his incredible body, made me forget
about that though. His medal was shining in the light, as if he were some kind
of super hero. I’m sure it was only there to impress me.
I could smell booze on him, but
he didn't appear to be intoxicated. He must have come back from celebrating.
“Wow, is that what you wear to
bed? Are those elephants?” He was staring at my pajamas in what could only be a
look of shock. It took him a few moments before his eyes finally left my pants.
I laughed, “Shut up. And Congratulations on your fight.”
“Why, thank you,” he said,
practically beaming at me. He truly was quite proud of his accomplishments.
The night was cool, and I
instantly got a chill all over my body. I wrapped my arms around my body to
keep myself warm. I had goose bumps all over my body, and I was looking forward
to going back into the apartment. The weather was changing as fall progressed,
and I wasn't up to being out in my pajamas, freezing my ass off.
“Well you got me out here, Jet,
now what do you want?” I smiled softly, unsure of what he was really doing
there.
“I want you, of course.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. I
couldn’t tell whether or not he was joking, and it made me uncomfortable. He
laughed when he said it, but the laugh seemed awfully forced .
“Be serious.”
“I am serious.” He was serious, and it made tiny
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