Sober

Ch. 5

By Wednesday, Nick still hadn't contacted me at all. He probably woke up Sunday morning and was confused about how my number even got in his phone.

After my classes end, I return to my apartment to see Deja cooking and studying at the same time. She's always been the queen of multitasking. At the start of the week, things were still awkward between us, especially during the ride home from the party. We didn't talk much about anything that happened, but as days passed, it eventually went over our heads.

I wasn't too pressed anyway, especially since I was able to hang out with Nick again and make sure he was alright. It probably wasn't the healthiest thing to ignore the biggest fight we had in months, but it was days ago, and bringing it up now would be horrendous.

Deja glances at me as I sit my bags by the door. "Hey Ky, how'd your day go?"

I shrug. "Pretty good, busy though. What are you cooking?"

She sits her spoon down with a smirk. "Your least favorite food: Vegetable pot pie!"

"You see, I would eat it if you didn't stuff it with mushrooms."

She laughs. "Nah, those are the best part! And you can't complain—I haven't made this in forever. I was trying to be considerate."

I smile and pat her shoulder. "Eh, it's fine, I'll just find something else to eat. I'll be practicing for class if you need me."

"Mhm, you have fun with that."

I remove my T-shirt, leaving just a tank top underneath, and connect my phone to my speaker, quietly playing some music. As I move, I keep glancing back at Deja, worried that she's seeing me mess up a bunch, despite us being on opposite sides of the room. Though, she just bobs to the music while scribbling some notes down as she cooks.

I stare out the patio door as I dance, practically moving on autopilot as the song replays since my first run is always the worst. However, just as it's almost over, it suddenly stops when my phone begins to ring. I groan and walk over to answer it.

"Hello?" I ask, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Hey."

Immediately, I recognize Nick's quiet, melancholy voice. I run into the bedroom and quickly shut the door.

"H-Hey! I thought you'd never call me!" I beam while trying to stop myself from smiling so much.

"P-Please don't shout into the phone," He whines.

"Sorry."

I hear him sigh. "Are you free?"

I start sweating even more, despite barely wearing any clothes. "Uh, yeah! What do you need?"

Nick stays quiet for a second. "Can I meet you for dinner?"

I nearly drop my phone and attempt to take a deep breath. I couldn't believe it—Nick called me and asked me to go out with him. I could barely function.

"S-Sure! You have a specific place in mind?"

"Um... How about that one café downtown?"

"The one with all the different types of bread?" I ask, chuckling a bit.

"Mhm."

I run into the bathroom and check myself out. "That sounds good! How about I meet you there in like thirty?"

"Mhm. See you."

He hangs up, and I start to freak out. I just needed to take a quick shower and get dressed. Though, I would probably freak him out if I showed up in a suit and tie or something.