vanished, as I waited for a response.
“I’m not mad. I’m fine.” She quickly ran her fingers through her hair.
“Liar,” I replied. “It’s written all over your face. Just be honest. Tell me that seeing me kiss that other woman made you angry. Tell me you might like me and you have no idea why, since we know nothing about one another. Tell me you’re scared of me hurting you and that it’s easier for you to just say no, then to let yourself try to be with someone. Say anything else, but don’t stand there and lie to me.”
She cleared her throat and turned around giving me her back. I walked closer. She turned around when she felt my hand touch her waist.
“Did you sleep with her?” she asked.
“No,” I answered quickly.
“Goodnight, James. I’m going to bed.” She gently pushed my hand off of her and tried to walk away. I wasn’t letting her off that easy. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“I can’t do this. This is ridiculous. This whole situation is beyond me.”
“I’m waiting.”
“Keep on waiting. There is nothing to be said,” she pulled back, and walked off.
I flopped down on the couch and closed my eyes. What the hell was I doing? This girl was driving me insane. Was it weird to feel this way about a girl you don’t know? I needed to pull my shit together. This was not like me at all. I stood up, walked over to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal. I sat back down and flipped on the television while I devoured my bowl of soggy Cheerios. It wasn’t long after, that I passed out in the upright position. When I woke up I saw a blanket thrown across me, the T.V. was off, and my shoes were no longer on my feet. Emily must have come out, and done this.
I rubbed my eyes and looked over at the clock on the wall. Shit. I had to go sign up and check into this substance abuse education class. Another perk of getting out of jail. I didn’t do drugs. I never did, but thanks to Zach, I served time for drugs that weren’t mine. I now have to check in with an officer frequently and do a piss test, and to add to it all, I got to go to a lovely court appointed drug education class. Fuck my life.
I jumped up and off the couch to search for that big, black, bag of clothes that belonged to Emily’s brother. I needed a shower and I needed one bad. I knocked on Emily’s door, but no answer. I knocked again and nothing.
“Emily, you in there? Do you have that bag of your brother’s clothes?”
She didn’t respond, so I turned the doorknob and peeked inside. Her bed was made and she was nowhere to be seen. I walked in and looked around. I could see plenty of bottles of perfume on her dresser next to a family picture. I immediately spotted Emily in the photo. She was just a child, but she had the same eyes. I saw her mother, and what had to be her father and brother standing by each other. I looked over in the corner to see a big black bag. That had to be it. I strolled over and looked inside to see a bunch of men’s clothes. I lugged the bag out into the hallway. I didn’t want her to come back, and catch me just standing in her room like some type of weirdo.
I decided to haul the whole bag to the bathroom, so that I could rummage through it for something to wear after my shower. After a nice long, hot one, I sprung out of the tub forgetting about the bag. I tripped right over the damn thing, which caused me to knock over all of her girlie shit that sat on the counter. Things were crashing down on the floor, and falling into the sink. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, before I started to pick up all of her stuff.
“James, you okay?” She yelled into the door. Shit. She’s home.
“Ugh…Um…” I responded, trying to straighten her crap out.
‘James?” she repeated.
“I’m good.”
“It doesn’t sound like it. Open the door,” she demanded.
I cracked open the door a little bit, and then a little more.
“I tripped and
“I’m not mad. I’m fine.” She quickly ran her fingers through her hair.
“Liar,” I replied. “It’s written all over your face. Just be honest. Tell me that seeing me kiss that other woman made you angry. Tell me you might like me and you have no idea why, since we know nothing about one another. Tell me you’re scared of me hurting you and that it’s easier for you to just say no, then to let yourself try to be with someone. Say anything else, but don’t stand there and lie to me.”
She cleared her throat and turned around giving me her back. I walked closer. She turned around when she felt my hand touch her waist.
“Did you sleep with her?” she asked.
“No,” I answered quickly.
“Goodnight, James. I’m going to bed.” She gently pushed my hand off of her and tried to walk away. I wasn’t letting her off that easy. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“I can’t do this. This is ridiculous. This whole situation is beyond me.”
“I’m waiting.”
“Keep on waiting. There is nothing to be said,” she pulled back, and walked off.
I flopped down on the couch and closed my eyes. What the hell was I doing? This girl was driving me insane. Was it weird to feel this way about a girl you don’t know? I needed to pull my shit together. This was not like me at all. I stood up, walked over to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal. I sat back down and flipped on the television while I devoured my bowl of soggy Cheerios. It wasn’t long after, that I passed out in the upright position. When I woke up I saw a blanket thrown across me, the T.V. was off, and my shoes were no longer on my feet. Emily must have come out, and done this.
I rubbed my eyes and looked over at the clock on the wall. Shit. I had to go sign up and check into this substance abuse education class. Another perk of getting out of jail. I didn’t do drugs. I never did, but thanks to Zach, I served time for drugs that weren’t mine. I now have to check in with an officer frequently and do a piss test, and to add to it all, I got to go to a lovely court appointed drug education class. Fuck my life.
I jumped up and off the couch to search for that big, black, bag of clothes that belonged to Emily’s brother. I needed a shower and I needed one bad. I knocked on Emily’s door, but no answer. I knocked again and nothing.
“Emily, you in there? Do you have that bag of your brother’s clothes?”
She didn’t respond, so I turned the doorknob and peeked inside. Her bed was made and she was nowhere to be seen. I walked in and looked around. I could see plenty of bottles of perfume on her dresser next to a family picture. I immediately spotted Emily in the photo. She was just a child, but she had the same eyes. I saw her mother, and what had to be her father and brother standing by each other. I looked over in the corner to see a big black bag. That had to be it. I strolled over and looked inside to see a bunch of men’s clothes. I lugged the bag out into the hallway. I didn’t want her to come back, and catch me just standing in her room like some type of weirdo.
I decided to haul the whole bag to the bathroom, so that I could rummage through it for something to wear after my shower. After a nice long, hot one, I sprung out of the tub forgetting about the bag. I tripped right over the damn thing, which caused me to knock over all of her girlie shit that sat on the counter. Things were crashing down on the floor, and falling into the sink. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, before I started to pick up all of her stuff.
“James, you okay?” She yelled into the door. Shit. She’s home.
“Ugh…Um…” I responded, trying to straighten her crap out.
‘James?” she repeated.
“I’m good.”
“It doesn’t sound like it. Open the door,” she demanded.
I cracked open the door a little bit, and then a little more.
“I tripped and
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