Breakthrough

Solo

I woke up with a headache the next morning. Probably because I was crying so much. It's not like I did anything. Jordan did. He tricked me. I looked at the clock to see that it was 8:49. I'm surprised Blake hasn't called yet. He usually calls when he firsts gets up which is the crack ass of dawn. I picked up my phone off of my nightstand and saw that I had one missed call from Blake, three texts from Jordan, and a text from Blake. I quickly unlocked my phone and opened Blake's text that read,
Forget that I called.
Forget that I called? What? I'm sure he just didn't want to wake me up or something. I then read the texts from Jordan. The first message was from late last night that said,
Sorry for everything last night. I hope we can still be friends.
Friends my ass. Then I scrolled down to the next message that was a link to a website. When I clicked on it a photo popped up of Jordan and I standing outside of Blue Ribbon last night. It was at the exact moment he leaned in to kiss me. The headline read, "Sophia Jackson hits a double double. Blake Griffin and now Jordan Clarkson?" I skimmed the article which talked about how Jordan and I were getting very cozy inside the restaurant and had to take it outside. What the hell?
We were leaving. And we were sitting across from each other at a table. How is that getting cozy? The people who write this shit are ruthless. Oh my god. He's seen it. Blake has seen it. Someone had to have shown him. Shit. I needed to call him. I needed to call him right now and explain all of this nonsense. That's all it was nonsense. I clicked on Blake's name to call him. After the third ring I knew he wasn't going to pick up. He always picks up before the first ring is over or just after the second. It rang five times and went to voicemail. After the beep I sighed and said, "Hey, call me back, ok?" And hung up the phone. That's all I could say. Jesus Christ. He's mad. I know he's mad. He's never been mad like this. I just don't know. What do I even say to him? What can I say to him? It's not what it looks like even though it looks like something terrible.

I stayed in my bed the rest of the day with my phone in my hands. I texted Blake a few times getting no response. I even called him again only for it to go straight to voicemail. My heart felt like it was in the pit of my stomach. I felt like I was going to be sick. He had to know.

After almost a full day of moping I got my ass out of bed, showered, and stood in front of the mirror that was covered in pink sticky notes and atrocious guy handwriting. My guy's handwriting. He hadn't left me one in three days. I never thought I'd miss something as simple as this but I did. I brushed my teeth and brushed out my hair before pulling a piece back into a braid and putting the rest into a bun. I went into my closet and picked out a scalloped Kelly green dress. It was long enough to be tasteful but short enough to show a good bit of leg. I put on my watch and stacked some bracelets on my arm and then put on some long dangly gold earrings. After spritzing on some perfume and putting on light makeup I threw on my light brown wedges before grabbing my purse and heading over to Blake's house. He had to be home. I texted Amber to see if him and DJ were hanging out and I even drove by Staples to see if his car was there earlier. He had to be locked up in his house somewhere.

When I pulled up into his driveway I saw that the window upstairs was open. I got out of the car and went up to the front door knocking softly before taking a step back. I felt like my stomach began to do somersaults and my hands got clammy. I heard Chaney bark and Blake scold him to get away from the door. The sound of a lock turning had never been so nerve-racking until this moment. When he opened the door he looked mad. Pissed actually. He stood there with his hands crossed over his chest as the door was wide open. Chaney began to come outside and greet me, only to have Blake tug on his collar and pull him back inside. Neither of us said anything. We just stared at each other.
"I've been trying to call you," I finally said.
"You don't have to say anything. I saw the photos," he snapped at me.
"Blake. You know that's not what it was. He told me that it was a team thing. And then no one else showed up and then he told me it was a date."
"You didn't have to let him touch you like that, you barely even know him," Blake said looking at me with disgust.
"I didn't. I shoved him away as soon as he put his hand on me. And I told him that I was with someone," I said defending myself.
"Why wouldn't you just tell me? It's like you were hiding this from me."
"Just let me come in and I'll explain everything," I said stepping inside the door frame and putting my hand on his chest.
"No, you don't need to come in," he said pushing my hand away causing me to take a step back.
"What's the matter with you?" I ask him. He's never pushed me away like that.
"I think that we need to take a break Sophie," he said sighing.
"What? A break?" I said feeling my throat getting tight and tears swelling in my eyes.
"Yeah, a break," he said sharply.
"Blake. I told you that I didn't do anything," I said as I began to wipe tears in my eyes.
"Sophie, don't cry. Just go I don't want to see you like this," he insisted.
"Blake I just want to talk to you, please," I mumbled through my tears.
"I can't talk to you right now Sophie. I just can't. I'm sorry," Blake said as he began shutting the door until it closed softly. I stood there on the front porch for a moment. I felt like an idiot. I got dressed up for nothing. I apologized for nothing. I did all of these things just to be dumped. I went to my car and started driving home. Not even half way there I began crying. I felt my face getting red and I was breathing heavily trying to catch my breath.

When I got home I took of my dress and shoes and began to scrub at my mascara coated face. I went into my drawer of pajamas to find three of Blake's tshirts on top. For some reason I almost felt like I shouldn't wear it but I did. It's a damn tshirt Sophie get over it. Before snuggling up in my bed I saw that I had two missed calls from my mom but I decided to ignore them. If it was that important she'd call back again. Right now for the first time in awhile, I just wanted to be alone.