| Jessica |
I woke up with a start, sitting up in the bed and looking around the room frantically.
The bed I was in wasn’t mine, and right about now it felt like I was in territory of the enemy.
Tears stung my eyes as I remembered last nights events, clinging the sheets closer to my body. I reached up to beat my fist against my forehead, hating myself for what happened last night.
“Woah” Anthony walked out of the bathroom, seeing that I was awake. “What’s wrong with you?”
I shook my head fiercely, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn’t even want to see him.
“Jessica?” I heard his approaching footsteps, and the bed springs creak as he took a seat next to me. “What’s wrong?” he reached out to rub a tear from my cheek
“Stop!” I jerked away from his grasp, feeling even more guilty because I felt a spark when our skin touched. “Don’t touch me.”
He was silent for a moment, and I could picture the expression on his face. Angry with just a little hurt behind the eyes.
“I thought after last night…” Anthony hesitated slightly, his tone gentle. “I thought after last night, you’d be able to talk to me.”
I opened my eyes to glare at him. “You expect everything to be peachy keen after that?”
“Umm—” he looked around the room, a smile touching his lips. “Yes?”
Mumbling a slur of curse words, I got out of the bed. I let out a groan of frustration, not seeing my keys.
“You’re stuff is in the living room” Anthony said pleasantly, being helpful.
I ignored his smile and turned for the living room. He easily kept pace with me as I stomped around looking for my things.
“Jessica what is this about?” Anthony leaned against the front door, fully dressed for work. “Did I do something wrong?”
The fact that he was putting on this act, like he was completely clueless, made me even more upset.
“Last night—You—” I sputtered, not wanting to say what we did.
“I held you while you cried” he finished for me, his eyebrows lifting in confusion. “And when you fell asleep, I carried you to my bed.”
With that statement he completely shut me up, my mouth hung open in surprise.
“I wanted to sleep in there with you” Anthony went on, “But I didn’t want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you or something. So I slept on the couch.”
Now I started to cry again, but for a completely different reason.
Anthony took one look at me and threw his hands up in the air. “What did I do now?”
“Nothing!” I told him quickly, wiping at my cheeks. “You’re just—so—sweet,” I smiled through my sniffles.
Anthony stared at me like I was crazy. “Jessica, are you on drugs? Cause you acting a little strange ma.”
“No I’m not!” I let myself laugh now, he did the same as he walked over to me. “I just thought we did something else.”
A broad grin spread across his face, just like I knew it would. “Did you think we hooked up?”
“No” I muffled my voice by resting my forehead on his chest. I felt his whole body shake with laughter.
“Yes you did!” he backed up a little so that he could see my face, “You must’ve been dreaming.”
Obviously embarrassed, my cheeks got extremely hot. “I guess so” I mumbled.
“Was I good?” Anthony raised his eyebrows at me.
“Stop!” I whined, covering my face with my hands.
“Oh damn, I was that good?” he cracked up, making me feel even worse.
“Anthony,” I groaned. The truth was, he was more than just good. I couldn’t believe I’d had a dream so vivid.
“Is that how you were moaning my name in your dream?” he went on, mimicking me. “Anthony”
“Okay I’m leaving” I pushed past him towards the door, deciding I’d had enough.
“No, wait” he grabbed me around the waist, blocking my path. “You act like I don’t think about you too.”
I stared up at him with wide eyes, “Really?”
He nodded solemnly. “You don’t know how bad I wanted to come in there and do you last night.”
The intensity in his eyes had me feeling warm all over. I cleared my throat, “I should really get going.”
Anthony nodded, almost like he knew what I was thinking, but wouldn’t say. “Let me walk you, I gotta leave for work anyways.”
So he opened the door for me, shutting it and locking it once we were both outside. We walked down the driveway in silence, our hands brushing together as we walked along.
“Will I see you at work?” he asked once he’d made it to his car, unlocking the door.
“No” I murmured, leaning against my car. “I have class”
“Oh” he used the same tone I did, getting in his car and slamming the door shut. “Well, it was nice—”
“Anthony” I let out a sigh, mustering up as much sincerity as I could. “Thank you, for last night. I really appreciate what you did, even if I don’t remember.”
The sweetest smile touched his face. “Call me” is all he said in reply, winking before pulling off. I stood in the middle of the street, watching until I couldn’t see his car anymore.
Only when a car tried to pass, did I actually move out of the street. I guess you could say I was in a daze as I got in my car.
I couldn’t believe I’d made all that up in my head. In a matter of minutes I had gone from being pissed at myself, to feeling regretful.
Part of me wished that it really had happened. All I was left with on my drive home, was still just my imagination.
I definitely wanted to make up with Chris when I got home, and I meant that in more ways than one.
| Chris |
Last night wasn’t supposed to happen.
And I’m not just talking about fighting with Jessica.
When I first got home I was mad at her, thinking she was being stubborn and selfish. But by the end of our argument I realized that I was the selfish one. And after she left I felt even worse.
Truth be told, I was in the wrong before I even set foot in the house. Knowing damn well what happened at the studio.
No, I wasn’t in the studio with Tyga. And no, there weren’t any girls dancing here either. The only person here was Tina, and myself.
We’d come close. Very, very close.
And I honestly couldn’t explain it, that’s how fast it happened. One minute I was singing a song in the booth, the next we were on the couch kissing.
While it was happening, I was all for it. But as soon as our lips parted, I wanted to shoot myself.
The only thing I was trying to decide is whether or not I really liked her. Or if I was just horny. I prayed to God that it was the second option.
Clearing my head, I pulled out a pen and notepad. Maybe an idea on how to fix all this would come to mind.