Forget Me Too

Four

It's been a week since Caleb happened—again. He also had not texted me since I said he got the wrong number. I was skeptical, but I guess the trick worked.

I'm still wrapping my head around all that happened. Meeting him made me feel things—mostly horny—seeing him, hearing his laugh, and feeling him inside of me again evoked something in me. And I'm not sure if I hate it. This is why I wanted to distance myself from that person in the first place. It's dangerous for me. He's dangerous for me.

"Thanks," I wrap my fingers on the cold plastic cups the barista slid on the counter. He returns it with a smile before proceeding to the next customer.

I left the cafe with my coffee and head straight to class. No use thinking about the Caleb Incident (I like to call it). It won't happen again. One-night stand. It was only a one-night stand.

"What took you so long?" Katie grabs one cup from my hand, sipping from it like it’s the end of the world.

"Uh, your welcome?" I say sarcastically.

I drop my bag on the floor and settle on my seat. As if on cue, Mr. Ramos, our Art theory professor, comes in.

Usually, I'm early enough to be seated 10 minutes before class starts but my seatmate suddenly texted me to get her coffee as if it's my job to.

"Dude, you almost got me late," I whisper to Katie who shushed me and is now ignoring me. I roll my eyes.

As we walk to the workshop, Katie finally recognizes my kindness.

"Thanks for the coffee Ols, you're a lifesaver."

"Nothing. What do you even need it for?"

"My head hurts so badly. My girlfriend kept me up all night."

My single soul frowns from her confession. "Omg, I'm so jealous." Fake enthusiasm laces my words.

Katie's face turns red as she cups a hand on her mouth. "No! It's not like that!" She hits my arm. I cackle.

"Your mind is dirty," she says accusingly. "We were watching Thirdhand concert videos."

Thirdhand, huh? My eyebrows meet, "All night?" How is that even possible?

"Yeah. Well, some other stuff about them too. They're pretty cool."

"So, you're a fan now?"

"I guess. I used to think their music was like the common pop songs. You know, Justin Bieber-ish,” she says with some level of certainty.

"What's wrong with Justin Bieber?"

Is eyebrow exercise a thing because that's what I'm doing right now. My left brow rises. Hey, some JB songs are fine.

"Nothing. You know what I mean. Anyway, their songs are amazing. And Grace likes Anthony." That’s the drummer.

I wanted to ask if she liked the guitarist too, but I stopped myself.

"You're cool with that?"

She gives me a quizzical look as if she's baffled by my question. "Of course. They're celebrities, Ols. They're out of reach."

I squeeze my eyelids shut for a second. Yes, they're celebrities, they're out of reach. He is.

I spend all my free time mostly in the workshop. I have a piece due in three days and I've been redoing it since last week. Today, I also spent the whole afternoon working until I received a text from a known unknown number.

Unknown Number: Vi im at your university

My heart beats in a fast rhythm as I quickly type 'where?'. I take my tool apron off and lay it on the table with my other messy tools. Katie peeks from behind her easel to watch me.

"I'm going out for a bit."

I don't bother waiting for her response. My steps are two times bigger than normal. I'm practically running to the parking area where he said he is.

His car wasn't hard to find. I head there as soon as I spot it, ready to punch a celebrity.

Why the heck is he here?

"What the f**k?" I exclaim when I got in.

Caleb has a baseball cap on, hiding almost half of his face from my view, but I can see his lips twitch to a smirk. My knuckles itch.

"Why are you here?" I glare. There is an obvious distaste in my voice.

"I think your carrier pigeon got lost," he jokes.

My blood boils even more due to his cockiness. He's lucky we're inside a car, I can't punch him without hurting myself too. And it's partly my fault for not returning the hoodie right away. I was busy!

"I'll give it back, goddammit. Why are you here?"

"Okay, easy. I wanted to give you this." He reaches out in the backseat for a black paper bag which he offers to me.

"What is this?" I prop the bag open. There is a shirt inside—the exact replica of what I lost in his flat, except it's navy blue. Mine was black.

"I couldn't find a black one. I felt bad after I saw it."

My forehead wrinkles. "What?"

How bad was its condition that he felt the need to buy me another shirt? Did we—Nah, never mind. I do not want to remember.

"I don't want it." I put the bag on his lap. That thing will further my connection with him, I prefer anything Caleb-related to stay at a minimum. "I'll send you the hoodie. Are we done now?"

"But I went through all the trouble to get you this."

"Did I ask you to?" My rage resonates in my voice, even I didn't expect the tone that came out of my mouth. He suddenly appeared here with no warning to give me a piece of cloth? What am I a charity case? Did he think I only have one shirt in my possession? I am deeply insulted.

"No, bu-"

"Exactly," I scoff.

Meeting his eyes is the last thing I want to do right now. I can't even look at him, I might actually throw a punch.

"Why are you so mad?" He asks defensively.

"Uh, you came here out of nowhere, you ass. Unannounced! What if someone sees you?"

"I wanted to see you." It’s a whisper, but it got my attention. I'm finally looking at him straight in the face. He wanted not to see me, he wanted to pester me. Whatever stunt he's trying to pull here, I'm too pissed to buy—even consider it a bit.

"Have you considered maybe I don't want to see you? Because I don't." I bite my tongue. It's one of those half-truth, half-lie things we say in the spur of the moment. I'm really mad at this little scene he's making because even if we're inside the car, someone might still recognize him.

"Okay," he sighs. "But at least take this. Please."

Sincere or not, I refuse to accept anything from this guy. Sleeping with him was a huge mistake that put me at risk. This risk. I can't afford to go further or I may not be able to come back. "I said I don't want it." I grit my teeth.

"Then I'll just bother you until you accept it. Come on, Vi. I won't leave until you accept it." He says it with full determination.

I look at him, in pure disbelief. Knowing him, he really will not move, but I can't deal with him either. Good lord, he's such a pain.

"You know what? I will leave."

He can do whatever he wants, the hell do I care.

I open the passenger seat and climb down the car.

*

Caleb opened the backseat to let me in first. When he got in, I didn't waste any time and pulled his neck closer to me. His lips were once again reunited with mine.

Heat was transferred between our pressed bodies. And like this cramped backseat, my mind had too little headspace left to think about anything else but his tongue sliding on mine. It wasn't just our lips. Every other part of our bodies was rubbing against each other. Our thighs tangled, our stomachs only an inch apart, and his hand on the bottom of my spine. I trembled when he pulled away from my lips and traced feathery kisses on my jaw. It sent pulses of weird sensation through my nerves, to my center. My mind was running in circles from the pure pleasure entering my system.

When I touched his neck again, I felt the quick pulse resonating on my palm. It was incredibly reassuring knowing that he was as pleased as I am. I anchored my arm on his shoulder as he repositioned my body from the car door I was leaning on, to the top of his lap. I immediately felt a bulge below my thin cotton trousers. Grinding myself was inevitable, I had already lost control of my own body. He let out a whimper of distress and pleasure.

Our lips met again in an open-mouth kiss before he dipped lower and started drawing lines of pecks on my collar bone. I relished his talented lips. My head rolled back as he sucked a small patch of my skin. With him busy on my bust, I was left with only seeing the top of his head. My face buried in the fluffy hair in front of me and I inhaled the minty, woody smell of it. I wondered what amazing hormones he had to make himself smell incredibly good.

"Caleb!" I yelped out of surprise when he fondled my left breast. An immense surge of delight fluttered through my chest.

He laughed, meeting my wide-opened eyes. "You still have layers, babe, let's remove some." Obliging his words, his palms landed on both sides of my waist and slowly pushed the flimsy top upward. Despite biting my cheeks, the tickling sensation was so overpowering that a moan escaped my mouth.

Upon finishing the task, he proceeded with the next one without hesitation. Hot, damp, breath reached my bosom in light prods. He licked the skin right above my bra while cupping my other breast. I squealed when he left a red, wet mark on it. An uproar of stray sensations rounds up my core. Every touch made me more and more sensitive.

My breathing was thin and quick, but I cupped his cheeks and pulled him up to cover my mouth once more. I thrust my tongue in his parted lips, moving my hands down to the hem of his shirt. His body was hard against my fingers. I stationed my hands on his chest as I put more weight on my hips, pressing harder on him. He groaned.

"I can't anymore, Oli." He whimpered a low, husky sound as he removed me on top of him.

For a second, I thought we were going to stop, but he reached out for the glove box and returned with a small piece of packet.

"You have condoms in your car?" I blurted out, trying my best not to laugh.

"What? A chick might want to smoke outside or something."

Just as casually, he unzipped his pants, and I watched him spring up. This was the point of no return. My self-restraint had voluntarily exited my body. I took the condom to do the job myself. A grunt echoed inside the vehicle the moment we made contact. He became bigger from my touch

All my worries dissolved when he positioned himself on top.

Who cares if we're in a car? My back would surely ache after this, but that’s a worry for tomorrow. I always thought doing it in such place was a little vulgar, but who cares about vulgar? Definitely not my crotch.

"You ready?" Despite the hunger in his eyes, his words were full of consideration.

I bit my lip, feeling his tip about to enter.

"Wait," I placed a hand on his shoulder to force him to halt. "Curious. Why did we stop last time?" This had been bugging me for the whole week. I am appeased by the gesture, still, I wanted to hear the reason straight from his lips.

He sighed in agony, but his expression softened. "It could easily be a drunk mistake and we wouldn't want that, Oli. Besides, I don’t f**k drunk girls. It’s better when they’re aware."

The first sentence was too sufficient his jerk follow-up was passable. I was secretly hoping he would say something douchey so I could just f**k him tonight and forget him the next day. I doubt that's possible at this point.

I pulled him for a kiss, which he took a cue to thrust forward, but I stopped him again. "Curious."

"Hmm?"

"How many girls have you f****d this week?"

Disbelief rolled over his face, and I was once again holding back my laughter.

"Really? Now?"

"Yup. I wanna know."

"I... I don't know."

"That much, huh?"

I couldn't say I was not enjoying the distress on his face. His breathing was fast streaks of air that I was pretty sure barely reached the lungs. My lips stretched to a smirk.

"Curiou-"

"Please, Oli," he cried in torture.

I giggled, arching an arm over his neck as I grabbed his ass to push it forward. I felt him throbbing inside me.

Soon my giggles turned into moans in a smooth transition. We duet, releasing sharp erratic breaths and noises infused with pleasure.

I'm certain anyone who would pass by right at this moment would know whatever's happening inside. I wasn't concerned, nonetheless. Every thrust filled my whole body with delight, it felt like I was floating in the clouds. I never knew how much I wanted him until he was finally inside me. My mind was so drunk with the sensation, and I knew Caleb's feeling was alike.

He smiled at me, lips parted in such a very welcoming manner that I couldn't help myself from biting his lower lip.

The sexiest groan I have ever heard my whole life filled the car when I sucked and nibbled it. A minute later, he shivered, melting on top of me as he came.

"You're so hot, babe," I mumbled in his ear.

"You're so beautiful, Oli," he replied, picking up the pace again. But I was noncommittal towards his cliché response. In all honesty, I did not expect him to say something so overused during s*x. I have heard that line from all my past partners and it was only enthusiastic the first three times.

"Seriously? That line?" I said, barely animated.

"Yes, I mean it." He cupped my cheek, holding it the way I wouldn't be able to look at anything else. “Look at me.”

"You're beautiful," he kissed my forehead. "You're stunning," he kissed my nose.

It was disgustingly cheesy, so much cheesier than my preference, but my heart flutters regardless. And with him moving in and out of me non-stop, my whole body was stimulated. I giggled.

"You're drop-dead gorgeous." His husky whisper brushed on my lips as he leaned down for a kiss while he hit a certain spot.

I never had any time to process what he said. I shivered and clutched him tight around his neck, possibly scratched his back as well. I didn't know anymore. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I welled when he pulled himself out.

"You're drop-dead gorgeous," he grinned.

*