~The Forbidden Fruit~

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Andy pov.

"Earth to Andy!" Jemma snapped her fingers in front of my face, capturing my attention.

I jolted and blinked, regaining my focus and meeting her eyes.

"Huh? Sorry what?"

Shaking her head and laughing at me for the umpteenth time today, Jemma plucked up another pair of underwear from the sale bin.

"Oh nothing I was just mentioning how hung up you are on Drew, don't mind me."

"Real cute," I deadpanned, rifling through the rack of bras for my size.

Since the party the other night after Jemma caught me making out with Drew, she has been teasing me about it nonstop. Time and time again I've blamed it on the alcohol but Jemma wasn't buying it and to be so honest, I wasn't buying it myself. I recalled most of the night including the way I was steaming about those chicks all over him. I also remembered how much I liked dancing with him that night and how amazing it felt to have his fingers tickling my tummy. But what I really couldn't forget was how I was ready to throw down with the redheaded chick over a dance with him. Yeah, something strange was going on. However, I refused to admit anything out loud to anyone, especially not to Drew. If I was lucky he was too wasted to even remember anything that happened.

To my dismay, though, Jemma wasn't nearly sloshed enough and she was not letting it go. After she found me spacing out a couple of times, she insisted that I was recapping the make-out session with Drew. So what if she was right? That didn't mean I was hung up on him or anything, the fact of the matter was he was a fantastic kisser with alluring lips. No big deal. And just because we passed out on the couch together after the party was over, didn't mean anything. We both happened to get sleepy at the exact same time and simulataneously ended up in one another's arms. Who cares?

"Seriously though, I think it's great that you found someone you actually like. I haven't filled him out yet but judging by how jealous you were last night, I'd say he's a pretty cool guy."

I wanted to tell her that he was a cocky, arrogant, pushy, aggressive, irritating son of a bitch but I realized that that is just the way Drew is. In his words exactly, he was just him- just Drew. And in a odd, sort of twisted way those were the things that made me warm up to him. A ghost of a smile graced my face as I thought about it more and more, but then my phone rang and interupted my thoughts.

I answered without checking the caller I.D.

"Yeah?"

Someone cleared their throat down the line, "Um, h-hey Andy, it's Casey...What are you up to?"

All thoughts of Drew and everything else drifted from my mind as a smile came onto my face.

"What's up Casey? I'm just doing some shopping. How was the family get together?"

Jemma froze like a deer in the headlights and I swear I could see her ears perk up. Dropping all of her underwear, she rushed over to my side and pressed her ear to the backside of my phone to listen in.

"Oh you know it was...uneventful. Listen, I was kind of hoping you'd want to come by and hang out today...If you can't that's fine I just wanted to run the idea by you because-"

As he started to ramble on nervously like he usually did, Jemma jumped in front of me and flailed around frantically. Mouthing words to me that I think were "Yes, go go go!" I snickered at her and waved at her to calm down.

"Casey," I waited for him to stop ranting, "I'll be there after I leave the store, okay?"

It sounded like he sighed in relief on the other end.