Just Friends: The Sequel.

Chapter Ten.

Chapter Ten.

JUSTIN:

            The night of the party I couldn't focus on having fun. I was seated in the corner of our living room on the disgusting leather couch contemplating every damn thing about us. Should I go back? Should I walk over to her and just make out with her? Just jump right into it?

            The thought has been driving me crazy. But that's the worst part about life. You never know what can happen or the what if. If I were to go back with Reina it could end perfectly. We could be happier than ever. Or, it could end horribly. I'd get back with her and make assumptions and then we'd be right back to where we started. I just can't take that damn chance but look at her. Fuck.

            She looked so good. I mean really good. That little black dress wrapped so tightly around her body I almost stopped breathing. She wore it for me. I know she wore it for me because even though we haven't spoken, she'd ever so often glance over to where I was sitting. Then she'd mess with her hair or look at me all seductive to try and get me horny. It was working.

             Trying to keep my mind off of her, I took a sip of beer but immediately set the cup back down. If I got drunk, It'd be like the last time. I would yell at her and we'd fight and I didn't want that. What I wanted was to text her again but I still didn't get the balls up to do that. After our conversation a week ago after hockey, I never once sent a text out. Why? Because I'm an idiot.

            I watched a guy walk up to Reina and at first, my instinct was to immediately go over there and tell him to fuck off. She had a red cup in one hand and as he said something to her, she laughed and shrugged her shoulders. What the hell did he ask her? What was he saying? Oh my god this is the shit I'm talking about. I can't stand to see her with someone else.

            When his hand went around her lower back, she moved away. Even though she moved away I still couldn't watch any longer. I was on my feet and I went out into the backyard to get away from the music and to get away from that asshole that was all over her.

            In our backyard we had this huge tree that everyone loved to climb. A couple years ago, Scott tried to climb up to the highest branch and he fell, breaking his arm. It wasn't funny at the time but now we laugh about it. As I sat down onto the grass so I could lean up against it, I remembered when Reina and I laughed about that too.

            I want her in my life. I decided that the night of the hockey game. I want her to be in my life but the problem is that I don't know how I want her to be in my life. How do I keep her in my life and not touch her? And not flirt with her? Eventually I want to get to that point again but she's going to have to understand that I need some time. I can't just jump right into things again.

            The patio door opened and Reina exited with an empty beer bottle in her hand, glancing at me quickly but staring down at her feet as soon as it happened. She was out here to throw her empty bottle away in the trash bin. Not to see me.

            "Hey." I said softly, causing her to jump. "Come sit?"

            She thought I was joking. Her face had a look of disbelief on it but I patted my hand on the ground to let her know that I was serious.

            "I'm not going to be mean." I reassured. "I promise."

            Taking off her heels, she held them in her fingertips and walked on the grass to where I was, sitting down beside me so her back was against the tree as well. Now that her leg was almost touching mine I didn't know what to say. Even though I didn't know what to say I still felt better, though. I always felt better when she was next to me.