The Fourth of July and the Surrounding Events

CHAPTER 8

Pacing around my LED lit-up room, I nervously picked at my cuticles. As soon as Morgan replied back saying she was coming, I instantly went into a state of panic. Why would I voluntarily invite the girl who I didn't want to talk to or see?

Forcing myself to sit still, I began to text the people I knew would be able to distract me from the confusing dirty blonde girl. Though my friend group was relatively on the smaller side, I prayed that at least a few people would pull through.

About three hours and a massive stress headache later, Katelyn showed up at my door with a dazzling smile and a few bags of chips.

"Hey," she said with a small wave.

"Fancy seeing you here," I said teasingly. "What're you doing? Stalking me?"

My ex-girlfriend slightly shoved my shoulder as she walked past me. "Dumbass, you invited me."

Closing the door, I watched her hips swing as she walked to the kitchen. Katelyn had been over to my house countless times and knew her way around just as well as Jayde did. Hearing my name being called from the kitchen, I saw my ex sitting on the same barstool that the Piece of Shit had sat on about four hours ago. My mom and Tyler had left early so they could pick up food for the plane ride, leaving without so much as a farewell. Honestly, I wasn't surprised, ever since Dad left, my mom really hadn't been one for goodbyes.

"So, uh, when is everyone else getting here?" Katelyn asked in a weird way, her eyes skirting over me.

What's wrong with her?

"Uhhh I'm not really sure. Jayde said she and Mateo would be here around 6 and everyone else pretty much just told me a time between 6 and 7," I replied.

"Oh, cool," she said nonchalantly, obviously hiding something. The girl sitting on the barstool looked up at me with a smirk that I could now distinguish as flirtation.

That's what's wrong with her. Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing. I invited her here to be a distraction. Isn't that what I wanted?

She stood up taking a step towards me, reaching a hand up to my face.

"Katelyn..." I started, "don't you think this is a bad idea, we shoul-"

"Hey, stop," she interrupted me, "do you really not want to anything with me?"

No, I actually don't want to do anything with you. I don't want any emotional attachments right now. But I want a distraction.

"I didn't say that I do, I do want yo-"

Before I could even finish my sentence, Kate crashed her lips into mine and that familiar tug I always felt with her was back again. Grabbing the platinum blonde under her thighs, I lifted her onto the kitchen island, diving deeper into our kiss. Things were never boring with Katelyn. Her body was intoxicating, her lips were poisonous, and her taste was addicting. Taking her shirt off with ease, I kissed down her neck, just how I knew she liked it. With every pleasure-induced whimper I elicited from her, the rougher I got. She was my forbidden fruit, wrong but so delicious. Back when we dated in my sophomore year she taught me everything she knew, but slowly the student became the master. The top became the bottom, and with that, the more knowledge of what she liked, I gained. Wanting more, I helped her off the kitchen counter, pushing her down onto the closest soft object, which happened to be the entry room couch. 

"Lex..." she moaned quietly in my ear.

"Yes?" I said in a low, dominant voice, visibly seeing chills go over her skin.

My ex-girlfriend uttered the one word she knew I adored, 'please,' and just like that the next hour and a half were shot.

Struggling to stand up, Kate grabbed onto my shoulder, pulling herself off the carpet. 

"Oh my god, Alexa.." she said weakly, shaking. 

"Did I outdo myself, Katie?" I teased her. 

With a look of mock annoyance, Katelyn stuck her tongue out at me. Playing along, I stuck mine out at her with a small laugh. 

"Hey, careful with that thing, gotta keep it in prime condition," she joked. 

Bursting out laughing, I walked over to the kitchen to get Katelyn's shirt. Throwing it at her, I gave her a mock stern look, "Hey cover-up lady this ain't a gentleman's club." 

Chuckling, she pulled it over just in time for the doorbell to ring.

Walking over to let the newcomers in, I found Morgan standing on my front doorstep with a fruit salad. The blonde girl nervously tapped her foot. 

"Hey, uh, hi, am I too early?" she stumbled over her words. 

Reassuring her that she was on time, I made sure to peek around the corner to make sure Katie was fully dressed before letting her in. "Make yourself at home," I said gesturing around the entry room, taking the bowl from her. 

"Thanks," she said quietly, coincidentally choosing to sit on the exact couch I had just pleasured Katelyn on. 

Ironic. 

 As I walked to the kitchen, I could hear the girl I just fucked and the girl I nearly kissed making small talk about the weather. 

God, what have I done? Alexandria you have to choose. Which girl do you want? 

Right on cue, as if by some cruel joke played on me by the universe, Jayde and Mateo walked through my front door with three large pizzas in hand. 

"HEEEYYYY PARTY PEOPLE!" Jayde yelled announcing her presence.

Silently, Mateo walked over to me with the pizzas. "Is everyone here yet?" he asked. 

"Nah, not yet, we're waiting on a few more couples," I said while grabbing red cups from the kitchen cabinet. 

"Alright then. I noticed you invited Morgan, you planning on talking to her about the cave or?" 

Turning on my heels, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the farthest corner of the kitchen away from everyone else. "Ok, dude, seriously nothing happened between us, whatever you saw you clearly misread," I said under my breath, my teeth gritted.  

Alexandria, it's Mateo you don't have to lie to him, he can see through you anyway. 

Noticing my "zero fucks given" attitude, Mateo backed off, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Ok, ok, I misread it, but that still doesn't explain the long scratches on the back of your neck, nor why Morgan keeps looking in our direction." 

Shit, I thought those wouldn't be that red. 

"Those weren't from Morgan.." I said quietly. 

"Shit," he said, exhaling slowly, "Kate again?" 

Nodding, I bent down to grab the paper plates from the lower cabinet. "I know I shouldn't be doing anything with Katelyn, but it's totally no strings attached and Morgan's not even gay, and even if she was it's not her problem." 

With a look of concern, Mateo patted me on the back and walked back to my best friend, who was letting my last few guests through the door.