Poor Me

Chapter 15

Dylan

Blue is spending the night at my apartment for the first time ever since we started dating. We haven't said the 'I love yous' yet but I think we're getting there. Soon enough I'll have my life back together and Tate and Cruse can suck my ass. i can see things working out between me and Blue the only problem I have now is Mica.

My God she's driving me crazy.

Even though I am starting to catch feelings for Blue, Mica is still on my mind. And what she did today, getting mad because I was being affectionate with Blue messed me up. I want her to get jealous but at the same time it's not like we can be together anymore. Doesn't mean it doesn't give me pleasure though because it actually gives me loads of it. I like that even though she denied it before she actually wants me. It hurts that I had to be interested in another person for her to actually be attracted to me. It doesn't help that she wants me to be with her now. She seems pretty adamant about it if the look she gave me when we left is anything to go by. I just wish she'd done this sooner. I love her and all but I know my friend she just wants me because she can't have me anymore.

I look at Blue walking beside me as we make our way to my place. She's a little drunk but she is still wearing her long ass heels even though she's leaning on me for support. She sings something I don't understand under her breath, giggling ever so slightly. Okay maybe she is drunker than I thought. Which means we won't get touchy feely today and I'm actually disappointed by it. I guess we will have some other chance in the future to be intimate but I was hoping it that day was going to be today. I just want to get rid of Mica from my mind because she is really not making things easy for me. I wish the was a way for me to shut off my feelings for her without any fear of losing her as a friend. But that doesn't seem possible as of yet so I'll just have to make do with what I have, which is Blue.

She stumbles towards the couch throwing herself on it face first. A high pitched laugh comes out of me before I can stop it, she is really a lot drunker than I thought she was. I go to grab some water from the kitchen only to find her already snoring, fast asleep. I put the water on the coffee table then nudge her trying to wake her up.

"Blue. Blue wake up baby, drink some water okay" I say trying to remove her hair from her face so I can get a better look at her face but she just groans and turns away from me.

"Love wake up or you're really going to hate me in the morning" she doesn't move anymore but she does let out a loud fart. I stand up sighing, then start walking to my bedroom to get a blanket for her. I take off her shoes then cover her up leaving the bottle of water and pills next to her. I take a shower then I get inside my bed wanting to doze off as soon as possible but I hear a ping on my phone. I grab it seeing that I just received a text from Mica. I read it immediately just in case it's something important.

let the games begin Babu, I'm going to make you want me as much as I want you.

By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for me to f**k you.

That's a promise. :)

I suck in a breath a shiver running down my back as I read the text over and over again. What is wrong with Mica she can't just say something like that to me after all that has happened.

This is so unfair.

She doesn't get to just do this to me when she was the one who refused to be with me in the first place.

I think of what I'm going to say when I reply but nothing seems to be right so I lock the phone and throw it to my side. I close my eyes trying to sleep but I keep tossing and turning feeling agitated. I groan taking the blanket off of me.

I slowly bring my hands up to my boobs squeezing them slightly. My sensitive n*****s hardening in my hands. I push my tank top up wanting to feel my skin under my hands. I massage gentle on my boobs then slowly start tugging at my n*****s. I moan feeling myself getting turned on and wetter by the minute.

But the name I moan is not the one I should be moaning. It's not of the woman snoring in my couch but a name of someone completely different.

I'm touching myself to the thought of Mica.

I know it's wrong but I can't stop, it feels way too good to be wrong. Way too right.

I slip my fingers under my sleeping shorts ready to search for my high, to release this pent up tension inside of me. I think of Micas tongue when she kissed me, I think of her her throaty voice in my ears as she whispers dirty delicious things to me. Her hands touching and.....

Then I stop.

A voice of reason winning over the one blinded by lust. I fix my self pulling the blanket back up before closing my eyes and trying to f

all asleep again. I am proud of myself when I finally sleep for not giving in to my desires.

Even though I wake the next morning and do exactly what I stopped myself from doing.

I touch myself to the thought of my best friend while the girl I'm dating is passed out on my couch.

The f**k is wrong with me.