Letting Him Go and other short stories

My Incentive

“Goddammit fuck this class!” I cursed slamming my laptop shut. My history professor assigned a fifteen hundred word essay about the Silk Road and it was due tomorrow at eight. Like really, the Silk Road? The world wanted to trade, the end. What else was there? Fifteen hundred words was nonsense.

Sighing, I pushed my laptop away to the side and stretched myself along the full platform bed that rested against the wall. “I don’t want do this…” I childishly groaned out loud with my back against the bed. I waited for a reaction.

Nothing.

Rolling over onto my side, I hoisted my head up with an arm. I stared at the unresponsive figure sitting in front of a small wooden desk. Large headphones prevented my voice from reaching his ears and I saw his eyes glued to the monitors in front. Note: monitors with an ‘s’

Three, to be exact.

Some FPS game covered two of the screens and the third one had some Java and C++ mumbo jumbo---this guy was playing while simultaneously doing his homework.

I rolled my eyes. That was what I got for falling for a gamer slash computer science major.

Oh well. I loved every bit of him though.

I quickly sat up, my legs crossed. “Alex, pssst. Alex,” I attempted to catch his attention. “Alex. Hey. Aleeeeex.” Pouting, I blew my bangs away from my face and tried again. “Alex!”

No response.

I shrugged to myself. Whatever.

His loss.

I was going to offer to make him some ramen noodles, but looks like he wasn’t getting any. I dragged myself off the bed and sauntered into the kitchen. I took out a small cooking pot, big enough for two packs, and put water inside. Note: It wasn’t one pack for him and one pack for me, both packs were for me. One pack of ramen noodles was not enough for a growing girl.

As I waited for the water to boil, I got another pan and sprayed cooking oil on it and cracked two pieces of eggs. Again, they were both for me. I got a glass bowl from the dishwasher and started pouring the condiments inside. A few minutes later, I finished fixing myself a simple, yet mouth-watering meal.

I grabbed a pair of steel chopsticks and walked back onto the bed to enjoy my food. I mixed the noodles a bit more before picking some of it up. As I directed the chopsticks towards my mouth, a metallic fork rudely stopped it and dropped the noodles back into the bowl.

“Hey!” I cried. I looked up.

“What?” Alex’s lips formed a playful grin.

I smiled. Success. I managed to get his nose to take notice of the noodles and steered him away from his computer. As I saw his fork head for the bowl, I moved it away from his reach. “Nah man, this is mine. Go make some yourself.” I motioned towards the kitchen.

It was his turn to pout. “So much work…”

I smirked as I took a huge mouthful of the noodles and made a loud, dramatic slurp.

“Damn, rude.”

I stuck my tongue out and took another bite.

Alex frowned and I laughed. “Fine,” I finally said. “Go take this, I’ll make more.” I really didn’t mind making more. I was still procrastinating as much as possible on the stupid history essay anyway.

“Thanks babe,” he called after me as I got off the bed and went into the kitchen.

I knew Alex would take my food again if I only made a bowl for myself. This time, I made three packs of noodles with three scrambled eggs. I split the food into two bowls.

“Here,” I said handing him one. “Use the same fork you were using before.”

Alex grinned at me like a Cheshire cat. “I love you.”

My heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first time he said that, but I still wasn’t used to it. I never remembered saying that to him yet, but I didn’t think it mattered. He knew I loved him. I smiled in return. “Now don’t take my food anymore.”

Of course, the moment I tried taking a bite of my noodles, Alex used his fork to drop them back into the bowl. My mouth was left hanging open. “Really now? You have your own.”

“It’s more fun taking yours,” he said giving dimpled, lopsided smile.

I swear I kept falling for him even more every day.

Alex continued to take part of my food while still eating his, but I really couldn’t get mad. In fact, I enjoyed his nuisance.

After that was done, I picked up all the bowls and utensils and brought it to the sink. I rolled up my sleeves and began scrubbing the dishes along with the pots and pans I used to make the noodles. A few moments later, Alex stood next to me and helped rinse. We finished washing the dishes in comfortable silence.

“So,” he said as he watched me dry my hands on a towel.

“So?” I parroted him, flipping my hair to one side.

I saw his eyes longing at my neck. I was wearing an oversized shirt with a dangerously low cut V-neck. I knew I saw lust in his eyes. I loved having that effect on him.

He took a step closer. I stepped back and smiled. He took another step forward and I took another step back. Again. And again. And again. Until I was cornered. He placed a hand against the wall right next to my face, above my shoulders.

“So what happens next?” I innocently asked.

Alex responded by snaking his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His lips found mine and gave a soft, lingering kiss. He smiled against me. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him closer into a heated session. I felt one of my hands tangle in his hair and the other found its way down. Right after I undid his belt in a swift motion, Alex pulled away.

“Woah there, not now.”

I was taken aback. “Wow really?” I asked in disbelief.

Alex smirked. “Finish your essay.”

Wait what? I furrowed my brows. So he heard me complain earlier today?

“No dick sucking until you finish your essay,” he explained after seeing my confused face.

I scoffed. “Damn, who said I wanted to suck your dick anyway?”

Alex smiled at me. “You sure?” He finished unzipping his pants and stepped out of it. Then he threw his shirt off. He stood there pointing at himself like the narcissistic jerk he was.

“You bastard.”

He shrugged. “Finish your essay.”

“God I fucking hate you,” I said brushing past him. I couldn’t help but listen to him.

My asshole boyfriend incented me to finish my essay by standing naked in front of me.