Blue

Chapter 2

Ginny is a friend of mine from work...the only real friend I have. I’ve known her for about 3 years and our main subject of conversation is guys. She believes every girl needs at least one girl friend to know where she is and who she’s with at all times in case I’m being crazy and try to focus. I bullshit my pages and send them in, annoyed. It’s 6 o’clock by the time I finally call it quits and head home. I drop my laptop on the couch and stare at my phone.

“All I’m saying is if he’s cute, don’t give him the immediate boot. Okay?”

A text from a random number pops up almost instantly saying “Dinner tonight?” and I instantly know who it is. “Yes!” I say suddenly excited. I rush to my bedroom and turn on the shower. I practically tear my clothes off and jump in. I hum to myself and make sure I look amazing for the night ahead. I wear a purple dress that shows me off but still remains casual, and put effort into my makeup.

“Ginny he asked me out!”

“There’s my slut. When are you going out?”

“Tonight. We’re going to that Italian place on 53rd.” 

“Send me your location at all times and do not sleep with him until you know he’s not a serial killer. And NEVER go back to his place!”

“Yeah yeah I’ll send it now.”

He picks me up at 8 in a dark, metallic blue car. His smile makes my heart race and I enjoy his eyes on me. I get a text. “You boning yet?”

I roll my eyes and watch the road in front of me. The whole night he’s classy. He isn’t too forward but he takes care of everything. He orders for me and holds my hand and makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world to him. He looks at me with a fire in his eyes and I get sucked in every time I look.

He drops me off at my apartment and offers to walk me in but when I decline he takes the hint and kisses my hand. “I hope to see you again sometime.”

“I’d like that” I whisper and look up into his dark, haunting eyes. He leans in really close and I can feel his breath in my lips. I close my eyes and lean in but he pulls away and smiles. “Have a good night Sweets.” He says and he leaves me there speechless. 

I make it all the way upstairs and realize I don’t have my phone. I run back down and hope to see his car but it’s gone. I turn around and the doorman says “Miss Emelia? A man left this for you. He says you left it in his car.”

“Yes I did! Thank you so much.” I grab my phone and notice a text from Ginny, right on schedule. 

“Did you die?” 

“No I didn’t die.”

“You gonna see him again?”

I hesitate. “I dunno, maybe.” I try to play it cool. Why didn’t he kiss me? 

The next week consists of constant texting back and forth. He tells me about his strict family and I complain about my parents. My dad died years ago when I was a kid but my mom disowned me last fall after I told her I hated her junkie boyfriend. She said “if you don’t want to deal with him, then leave” and was actually relieved when I did. I’ve been a lone wolf ever since. 

We go on another date to a movie and despite my best efforts he still hasn’t kissed me. I fight every urge to ask him why and enjoy my time with him. He’s fascinating. 

A text pops up on my phone as he’s dropping me at home and I try to hide it. 

“Hey baby how you doin tonight?” I laugh. Josh was someone I had been on and off sleeping with for about a year. He was more of a booty call than a serious thing. 

“Fine but tired today. Rain check?”

“Let me know” with a kissy face. I smile slightly at his lack of even an attempt at trying to hide what he was messaging me for. I peek over guilty and Logan doesn’t seem to notice. Oh well.

A couple nights later I’m in a mood. Some weird mix of loneliness and hornyness in one. I take a cold shower and watch a movie that I’m not really paying attention to. I think about texting Josh just so I’m not alone tonight. 

“Hey you busy ton-“ 

Right as I’m typing, my text is interrupted with one from Logan. 

“Hey, are you busy tonight?” With a smile. I decide to hold off.

“No actually, I’m kind of bored.”

“Would you wanna hang out?”

Yes. Yes. Absolutely. 100%. Yes.

“Sure.” Trying to sound cooler than I feel. Before he can respond I quickly send “wanna come over?” I drop my phone, stunned. F**k!!!! 

I don’t even wait for a response, I just start cursing and frantically throwing clothes into a laundry hamper. “Stupid stupid stupid stupid why did you have to, ugh!!” I don’t know what I’m more afraid of, him saying no and rejecting me, or him saying yes and coming over into this mess of a- how is my apartment this f***ing messy?! I hear my phone chime.

“I’d love to. What do you want for dinner?” I panic and then smile and then panic. I forget every food I’ve ever eaten for a second and settle on “Sushi?” With a smiley face.

“Sounds great.”

I text my address, rip off my clothes and change into leggings and a casual but booby tee shirt and make the house look semi-presentable. I’m hiding my tampons when I hear a knock at the door and my heart stops. I quickly run to answer it and try to casually say “fancy meeting you here” in a funny voice but sound like an i***t. Fortunately he laughs and says “I got you a surprise.” I smile and let him in.