Phantoms of Fourteenth Avenue

Chapter 19

MASON’S POV.

Shit! This is a f*****g nightmare! I thought to myself, looking at Ali's now closed door.

I phoned Andrea this morning before I hopped into the shower but she didn't answer. That's probably why my mother had told her where I was.

Alina and I had just had a very interesting moment in this very spot. If Andrea hadn't walked in, who knows what would have happened. I shook my head.

No. I am not a cheater. I had never been a cheater. I loathed cheaters. But after what I've done, I would be defined as a cheater.

What had been even worse than becoming something I've always hated was the way Ali had looked at me after Andrea had walked in.

I could see in her eyes that she was shocked. But what had shook me even more was the hint of hurt that washed over her face. I was the reason for that beautiful face’s expression that it didn't deserve.

Why had I not left Andrea the moment I developed feelings for another girl? Or at least held off kissing Ali again until I got my s**t straight?

I guess my brain thought that keeping Andrea on the side while I tried to figure out whether Ali reciprocated my feelings would be the safest way not to get hurt.

That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Who says that?

A cheater. That's who.

I could feel the shame slowly wash over me as I thought back to the way Ali had looked at me. Like I was some disgusting, lower than life creature and to be honest, that's exactly how I felt.

Should I go talk to her? It might not have been the best decision given the fact that I was pretty sure the last person she would want to see right now, was me.

Andrea rested her hand on my chest which pulled me out of thought.

I looked down at her slender figure. She also didn't deserve what I had just done. I had been ignoring her calls for weeks and here she was, as chipper as always not knowing who exactly she was looking up at.

“Where have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you for a while.” she fluttered her eyes at me innocently.

I cleared my throat, buying myself time to come up with an answer.

“I'm sorry. I've been busy here with Gran.”

That was the gist of what had happened. I just decided to leave out the part where Ali and I had just had a very heated makeout session or the fact that I had fallen for another girl.

Andrea looked at me suspiciously before speaking up, “Well, at least I don't have to worry about her. Her lack of fashion, just looking at her Pajamas and not to mention, that mess that she would call her hair… I think it's safe to say that your gorgeous girlfriend won't be jealous of this one.”

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Her Pajamas, I thought, was actually very cute. Long sleeved as one would expect, seeing that it was in the middle of winter and also very easy to invade given how I had grabbed her breast so effortlessly. But even though it was a simple light blue shade, it suited her personality well. Simple but cute.

And her hair. Her hair was a dark, golden brown. You could see those curls seemed to be her natural curls but it was as if she'd spent hours doing her hair in front of the mirror. An image flashed in my mind of how I had grabbed her hair when her tongue was exploring my mouth. It was soft and smelled like it had recently been shampooed.

While thinking about the ‘Notebook Novel’ I was writing in my head, I Approached my door that was right next to my Grans room and entered, almost forgetting that Andrea had followed me in like a lost puppy.

She closed the door behind me and as I turned around she jumped me. I fell backwards onto the bed, with Andrea on top of me. She looked down at me with a smirk and kissed me. She devoured my lips and I almost completely gave in. But then my mind started to wander.

I wondered how it would feel like If Ali were to touch me the way Andrea did right now? Would she want to? I could almost imagine the blush that would bloom on her cheeks the first time we would give in to each other completely. It made me smile.

My smile quickly dissipated when I remembered that she probably hated me right now.

I looked down and saw Andrea unbuckled my belt. Andrea wanted to have s*x right now. I could tell. We've been together for almost two years now. I knew her like the back of my hand. When we'd met, she was sweet, attractive but also the kind of girl that I saw myself having. Status quo and all that. But Ali. She had a different kind of desire. The kind that crept up and caught you by surprise. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I realized Andrea was sitting on top of me, naked. When had that happened?

I took her in. Nothing I haven't seen before but she still had the kind of a body you couldn't look away from. I realized that while my gorgeous, naked Girlfriend was sitting on top of me, kissing me and touching me, I was thinking of another girl, who wasn't mine, down the hall.

I needed to get this s****l frustration off my chest. I decided to seize the moment with my girl and grabbed her down so that I could be on top. She looked at me with surprise, but smirked and allowed me to take over. I Kissed her neck and slowly went down all the way to her Belly button while cupping her breasts.

I saw her arch her back to show me how much she enjoyed it and closed her eyes. Small moans broke out of her with every kiss I placed on her abdomen.

But for some reason, I just wasn't as invested in this. I knew the reason. I couldn't stop pondering over Ali. I broke her heart. She had opened herself to me while she had thought I was fast asleep. But just because she had been under the impression that I hadn't heard her, didn't make it any less heart breaking.

I looked down at Andrea, looking at me with need and hunger. But all I felt was absolutely nothing toward her. It made me sick. Andrea didn't deserve this.

She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up. She kissed me with such determination and screamed out a moan. I frowned against her. Although, quite the compliment, it was out of the ordinary for this volume. I decided to ignore it. Maybe we just haven't had s*x in a while and she was more excited than I was.

Just as I was about to stop, she screamed out a loud moan. I plopped down on the bed next to her, breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" Andrea said, as she sat up and placed her hand on my chest.

"No. Nothing. Just wondering why you are so enthusiastic all of the sudden. Don't get me wrong, I like it. It's just…. a bit out of character for you." I explained, hoping I didn't sound too criticizing.

Instead of answering, Andrea just got up and said, “I hope she heard us, that way she knows who you belong to.”

Wait! Is that why she did that? Jealousy? I was about to get super pissed when I heard a door open somewhere in the house. It had to be Alina. She was the only other resident in this house who was mobile.

I jumped up and started getting dressed. I pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a random t-shirt. I peeked at Andrea, who was now also getting dressed with a smile on her face that glowed with victory.

I opened the door and almost crashed into Alina who seemed to be on her way to my Gran's room.