In Too Deep

OH Baby!

Chapter Six

“Come on Chandler, she started it!” I say as I shovel cereal down my throat. We sit at our kitchen table, he eats his bran flakes, and I eat my Lucky Charms. He is in his work attire, a black business suit; I am dressed in a black pencil skirt and very tight blazer. The skirt and blazer really define my hips and chest, making them appear bigger than they are in reality. He literally forced me to come in with him; I only did it so he wouldn’t give me the cold shoulder over anything else. Today was some thing or whatever he had to be at I think it was for his fathers company, which Chandler worked for little did I know.

“No Leslie is just like that! You need to apologize to her, she’s depressed.” Chandler says bringing me coffee and sitting it down in front of me on the table. It had been two weeks since the ‘night’ and the incident between Leslie, Tammy, Kirsten, and I. He wouldn’t even come in when I invited him to my room, scantily clad or in the mood. I still hate Chandler, don’t get me wrong, but his touching me drove me crazy, guys aren’t the only ones who get hormonal.

“So what Chandler, just because she is a brat does not mean I will stoop to her level!” I sip the coffee he placed in front of me, just the way I like it.

“Okay fine Natasha have it you’re way, but if I get one more damn text, call, voicemail, email, or anything Leslie, I will go crazy!” he says standing up shoving his chair back.

“Let’s go!”

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We stopped to get more coffee at a Starbucks; it was one of the longest mornings in the history of mornings. Chandler and I both were in bad moods, we hadn’t had real sex or any physical emotion all for two weeks, since we hate each others guts that’s the only thing that keeps us togeteher, the arguments never stopped either. Chandler parks the Escalade and we get out, he grabs my hand as we cross the street. The normally bright sunny Californian skies are gray as it pours rain.

We enter the small Starbucks hand in hand for publicity, my raincoat is drenched, and Chandler, who is too masculine to wear a coat, is soaked as well. His brown hair sticking to his forehead in clumps, everyone’s head seems to snap up as we enter.

“Hi! How may I help you too?” a young nerdy boy stands behind the counter, glasses, and acne upon his pale white skin.

“One hot chocolate and two double espresso lattes, one with cream and sugar one without.” I say swiftly my voice dead and dry. Chandler is the one without the cream or sugar; I had memorized it by now. We are served immediately and leave dodging the googley eyed fans and annoying picture taking idiots.

“I'm driving Chandler, you look horrible.” I say with the coffees in my hands as we walk back to the car.

“Oh geez thanks, I love being called horrible at the face.”

“I don’t mean it like that Chandler! You look sick I what I mean, like achoo sneeze cough sick.” I say irritated, he always has to be a smartass.

“I'm fine.”

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“ACHOO!” Chandler sneezes as I turn on the windshield wipers. We are stuck on the freeway on our way to the office. Chandler had been sneezing for about 20 minutes straight now and for an unknown reason worries creep up my spine. The earth around us seems to be shaking, the wind hits the car furiously, and slaps the roof, THUD, THUD, THUD! Each time it drops, we had been stuck in traffic for about an hour now.

“Chandler! Are you okay?” I ask him once again.

“Please Tasha, don’t worry I'm fine I just need to get to work. Oka- a- a – achoo!” he sneezes once again before he can finish his sentence. That’s it! I angrily veer off the road onto the next exit.