The Chase

Chapter 7

 CECILIA   

    The reflection in the elevator doors shows tear stained cheeks and mascara running down my face. When did I start crying? I can't believe he had some girl show up. Did he text her? God I hope not. What did he think was going to happen? I would just agree to a threesome? Absolutely not! What an asshole! 

    The cool night air hits my face as I exit the building. I let out a frustrated scream through clenched teeth. How dare he! I am not that girl! Why would that girl agree to that? I felt sudden and overwhelming jealous that I had left her in his apartment. Thoughts of her touching him fill my mind 

    "NO! He's mine" Mine? My head begins to float. The alcohol clearly coursing through my body. How much did I drink again? I begin to pace back and forth in front of the entrance of the building.

    She should keep her hands to herself. Why didn't he send her away? He had seemed so interested in me and me alone just minutes before.

    Clearly motivated by liquid courage, my feet take me back into the building. Before I know it I'm standing in front of his door. Do I knock? Why did I come back here? What am I doing? 

    My mind is flooded with questions. I should just call a cab and leave. Watch a movie curled on the couch with Tabitha. Bet Tabitha would never stand for a man treating her like this. I wish I was more like her in that since. 

    I take deep breath in an attempt to organize my thoughts. I can't just bust into his apartment. I have to know what I'm going to say... do. But my mind is blank. All I knew was I'm taking back what's mine. 

    I don't bother knocking. Instead I grab the knob finding the door is unlocked. I try to steady my breathing once more before storming into the living room area. The slut is sitting on the couch with her shoes off and a shocked look on her face. Why is she so comfortable here? Where the f**k is he? 

    "You came back" Jasper says from behind me.

    "Uh yea" Wtf say something more! Put your foot down! Tell him what's up!

    "I'm sorry.. I didn't know she was going to just show up." He says hesitantly as if he had read my very thoughts.

    "Sure as hell didn't send her away!"

    "You left!"

    The f*****g audacity!

    "Oh so I should feel better that she was a plan B?" I spit at him.

    "NO!" He actually sounded offended.

    He runs his hands aggressively through his hair and I can see his jaw muscles tightening as he debates what to say next. 

    "What do you want me to say?" he pleads

    I don't know what I want him to say. I don't know if he can fix was he has broken. Is it even worth fixing?

    We've been on one date and I'm already obsessing over him. I don't want to be this girl. Crazed. Dramatic. Always making scenes and embarrassing myself.

    I'm at a lose for words. I'm overthinking this. I can tell by my raw lower lip. I only chew on my lip with I am thinking myself into a hole. What is my goal here? Why did I come back up here? STOP. 

    "I don't know" I turn to look out the windows to hid from the embarrassment. 

    He didn't want ME. He wants someone. Anyone. The words hurt. My body felt hollow and empty. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to send that girl away without me asking. No way I was telling him that. 

    I look up as his hands pull me in and his lips collide with mine. It was as if he had read my mind. It felt natural. We could anticipate each others actions before we made them. Like we were two puzzle pieces meant to be together. Two halves of one being. I never wanted to be apart from him. In that moment all I wanted was him. I needed him.

    "Um excuse me!" comes from the living room.

    I had forgotten about the tramp.

    He pulls away allowing me to catch my breath "I think it's time for you leave now" 

    I don't look at her but I can only imagine the look she was giving based on the scoff she made. Followed by clicking of heels and a slammed door.

    He never looked away from me.