“Sure buddy, I’ll come over to your place. I need to talk to your Mommy first though if that’s okay.” If looks could kill I would have been dead about five minutes ago. Ha Ally, I’m sure I’ll get my ass chewed out about this later. Oh well.
Caleb plops down onto the couch while Ally turns a cartoon on for him and then tries to block my way protesting the whole way but I just brush her aside. “Sorry Ally but I need to talk to her. She’s not gonna push me away.”
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea….just stop….please just give her some time…NO.”
I can hear the water running in the bathroom attached to Leahs bedroom and I guess I should seize the opportunity. She doesn’t have anywhere to run. “I’m sorry Leah, I tried to stop him,” Ally says over my shoulder when Leah opens up the shower curtain to see who interrupted her.
“It’s okay. Just keep Caleb occupied for a little bit please,” she calls out to her and Ally leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. And we’re alone. I have no idea what to say to her but the hurt look crossing her face and the pain that’s evident in her wide gray eyes tears my heart apart and puts a heavy weight on my chest. “What do you want Chase,” she spits out in an icy tone that I’ve never heard directed at me before.
“Leah,” I manage to choke out through my tightened throat and I step into the shower fully clothed, trying to wrap my arms around her small body, brushing her wet hair out of her face. “Stop Chase.” She squirms away from my reach and stands as far away from me as possible in the small containment of the shower.
“What’s wrong Leah, what did I do,” I ask pleadingly, hoping she can fill me in on how I caused her so much hurt so I can fix it.
“Really Chase. You even need to ask? I think I left enough evidence on your bed for you to clear anything up. Now please. GET OUT.” I clench my eyes shut tight and rub the bridge of my nose, maybe if I concentrate real hard I can remember.
“What evidence? I still don’t know what your upset about Leah but I’ll just give you a little bit of space for now. But please don’t cry Leah,” I reach over and try to swipe at a stray tear with my thumb. Even crying she’s so beautiful with her eyelashes all clumped together into spiked black clumps. She flinches at my touch and I pull back at her rejection, clenching both of my hands into fists to resist from the overpowering need to comfort her. “I don’t need any space right now Chase. We’re done. End of story.”
“Leah don’t say that, whatever I did or whatever you think I did we’ll get past it. I promise.”
She doesn’t even answer me with a reply, just turns her back to me and I know I’ve been dismissed. “I love you,” I rasp into her ear before pulling my weighted down body out of the shower. Now I needed to pull it together. Caleb was already going to be wondering why I was wet, he doesn’t need to be involved. I love that little guy like he was my own.
“Chase your being so silly today. You don’t take baths with your clothes on. You can borrow some of my jammies.” I force a smile onto my face and try not to drip onto the carpet.
“I know buddy. I’m gonna take a rain check on the spaghetti though okay? I don’t think your jammies will fit me so I’m gonna head home and get some of my own. We’ll hang out soon, I promise.”
I leave Caleb curled up watching movies with Ally and head back to my apartment to take a warm shower and get a dry change of clothes. I hear the familiar chirp of my phone alerting me I have a message. I don’t even remember the last time I saw my phone, at least I know it’s here somewhere. Might as well clean up my room while I try to find it.
The only thing bad about Leah living with me was she’s kind of a slob. And with how she’s acting right now who knows if she’ll ever come back. I toss a few things into the laundry basket and hear the chirp again, coming from the direction of my bed. I toss back the blankets on my bed.
Aha! And what the fuck are these? I hold up a red see through thong that I’ve never before seen in my life and I know it’s not Leahs. She’s more into those sexy boy shorts that her ass fits so well into. I stare at the offending panties like maybe they’ll bring back some kind of memory but nothing comes. Oh fuck what did I do last night?
I pick up my phone and start scrolling through about a million messages, the majority of them from some chic named Missy. Missy, Missy. I know that name, she’s some girl that happens to show up at like every performance we have and can never seem to keep her hands off me. She’s not bad looking to say the least with her mile long legs and tits about the size of my head.