The Great Pretenders

Chapter 26

Only Matt get's a POV in this one.

Matt's POV

I made my way through Lucy's apartment building after I knew her mom had already left for her shift . I hadn't made it to school because I slept my hangover off but I figured this was the best way to catch Lucy before she started to think that I was ignoring her. Although after a bazillion phone calls that she didn't answer, I was starting to think that I was the one that was being ignored.

That had never happened to me before. I was almost panicking at not know how to handle it. Hence the reason, I'm standing outside her apartment door knocking.

She opened the door quickly, almost as if she expected me. "Sanders."

I smiled at the sight of her. "Lucy, is there a reason you aren't answering my phone calls?"

She shrugged noncomitantly "Is there a reason you ditched me yesterday to hang out with your friends?"

Touche' Lucy. "Aww shit, Luce, I thought we'd make it back in time. I tried to call you."

She nodded "Yeah, well Zoey had already explained what had happened. I didn't necessarily want to hear it from you."

"You're pissed then," I asked

She shrugged again "I probably should be but you know...it's no big deal. It's not like this is a real relationship or anything."

Wow. That stung. I stood there speechless for a second.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Because I haven't seen you all day..."I trailed off after taking in the bored look she had on her face.

"Well if you would have come to school today..."

"Okay, I get it. But if you can seriously stand there and tell me that you don't want me to come in and hang out with you, then I'll go home," I said sadly, trying to play on her sympathy.

Her eyes narrowed immediately "Reverse psychology doesn't work on me."

I laughed and then she smiled "Then let me come in because I'm hot and you can't resist me."

She sighed and opened the door wider "Okay but just this once."

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Less than 30 minutes later, Lucy lie in a tangle of sheets and legs, my mouth on the small of her back and my hands on her behind. 

"Your back turns me on." Actually a lot of things about her turned me on. Her letting me walk through front door had had me jumping on her like a duck on a bug. 

She turned, and my mouth found her navel. Her stomach growled. She was hungry. I was too, although at the moment I wasn't sure if I was more hungry for her or for food. She rose and sat back on her heels. "Want something to eat?" 

"What did you have in mind?" I rolled over on the bed.

"Ham sandwiches." She got up from the bed and moved to the dresser. She pulled on a pair of running shorts and tossed on a shirt with the words Real Madrid across the front. I stood up quickly and pulled my boxers on but didn't bother with anything else.  As we made our way to the kitchen we stepped over her panties and bra in the middle of the hallway, her tank top and my shirt by the front door. 

I watched her as she set a jar of mayonnaise, a head of lettuce, a package of ham, and two sodas on the work island. "You've kind of got this down to a science," I remarked as I watched her setup the area.

She didn't miss a beat "It's amazing how efficient you become when you have to fend for yourself."

"And sandwiches are a dietary staple for you?" I asked leaning on the counter looking at her.

 "They were until I could drive. My mom tried leaving prepared food but she's a terrible cook." She said as she grabbed the salt and the pepper.

"Can you cook?" I asked and she looked at me with those wide blue eyes "I never thought about it. I guess I could if I tried. Doubt I'd be good at it. I think I'm missing the domesticated gene. I'd make a terrible wife. I have no marketable wifely skills. " And then she laughed at herself.

 My laughter joined hers, and she set down her soda and took eight slices of bread from the bag. As she spread mayonnaise on the bread, I tore lettuce and sliced tomatoes. I watched her out of the corners of my eyes.  She piled ham on the bread along with the lettuce and tomato, then cut the sandwiches with the knife and placed them on a plate.

"Grab that bag of chips and the sodas," she told me.

Together we moved to the dining room to sit at formal table. In between bites of sandwich and potato chips, she told explained it was the first time she'd eaten at that table in months.

"I'm here by myself most of the time, so I just eat in my room."

"Don't you ever get lonely?" I asked.

She nodded "Yeah but I spend most of time with the girls when I can. Actually it just seems like here recently I've spent a lot of time at home."

"I like it here," I said through sandwich bites.

"Really? Zoey says you live in a house two times the size of my whole apartment. Maybe even three."

"It's just a big house," I replied "Doesn't mean a lot if you never want to be there."

"Why would you not want to be home? Zoey says your parents are cool," she took a bite of her chips.

"They are...they just...let's just say, they aren't overly enthusiastic about my passion for music and disinterest in school."

She shrugged again. "What parent is? School just sucks."

"Doesn't help that my sister is perfect," Okay now I was whining.

"And you're not?" she asked seriously.

"Not hardly. She's an honor roll student. A star athlete. She's the son my dad always wanted," I complained.

She smiled and sipped her drink "Someone is having a pity party. At least you have a sibling. It's just me and my mom."

I looked at her tentatively "What about your dad?"

"He left before I was born."

"I'm sorry, Luce," I began to apologize. Damn me for complaining about my family.

She chuckled "You can't miss what you never really had. Do you want another sandwich?"

"You not hungry?" I asked

"One's my limit," she pushed her plate toward me.

I polished off my sandwich and hers, then took her back to bed. We ended the night with sex against the granite wall of her shower.  Afterward, I dried her off and we watched the ten o'clock news on the couch, her head in my lap. She fell into an exhausted sleep during the weather report.

I didn't want to leave her but I knew my parents were pissed that I'd been MIA for the last couple of days. Sleeping in my own bed was going to keep me out of trouble.

At least for now.