Our Secret little Rendezvous

Haunted

📌 Written by Im_a_weirdoo20

———————— Chapter 37

I should've known something like this would happen.

First, my girlfriend broke up with me, next she goes on a date with the one person I know she doesn't like, and now I'm here in jail with no one to come to my rescue.

I mean, I should've known she would break up with me. I think she was just looking for an out, to leave this relationship.

I mean, come on? My ex was right, no ones going to love me. They're just going to use me then leave me.

She's haunting me.

"Cunningham! You're getting bailed out!" yelled the officer, as he unlocked the door.

Only took someone 8 hours for someone to realise I was in here, mainly because I didn't have anyone to call, so I was last to be let out.

I walk through the corridor I use to know like the back of my hand, and I look at the end to see someone standing at the front desk.

"Antoinette? What are you doing here?"

She spins around to face me, "I'm here to bail you out, silly." She tells me.

"How did you even know I was in here?" I look at her confused.

"Pheobe said you were in here." She shrugs.

"Said you might need some help getting out."

I stare at her; thankful someone came to my side when I needed it most.

I mean, now that Penelope's going on a date with, he who shall not be named, I might need to start moving on soon.

It's only been, what?

I still can't seem to remember how long it's been since she broke things off with me.

"Come on, idiot, lets get you a well-deserved drink." She tells me as she leads me out the door towards her car.

The whole ride to wherever we were going was spent in silence.

I mean, she had a CD in the stereo, and it was playing Foolish One (Taylor's Version), through the speakers.

As much as I love that song, I can't stand listening to Taylor at the moment.

Every memory of her is connected to at least one Taylor swift song.

I know Penelope wont want to talk to me anymore. I know that.

As I stated before, about her wanting an out to us, I truly believe this.

She probably got scared knowing that she loved me.

Emphasis on Loved.

She replaced the r to a d, and I don't know how she could so that so quickly. (Lover to Loved)

I wish I could shake her from my mind, but I can't.

She haunting my eyes, my head, my bed, and she wont leave me alone, until I'm probably dead.

I cant sleep, because I'm haunted by her memory.

We pull up to a stop in front of an apartment complex, "where do you say we were going?" I ask her.

"To my apartment, you shouldn't be alone right now because I'm scared you're going to do something you are probably going to regret."

"How do you know I'm not a serial killer?" I ask her in a certain tone.

"How do you know I'm not one?" she says in a serious tone.

"Touché."

We climb out of her car, and she leads me to her apartment, with me dragging my feet on the floor behind her.

We get to her door, and we silently enter her apartment, and she immediately leads me to her kitchen towards her liquor cabinet in particular, and she takes out her whisky and two glasses.

She pours me one... maybe it's a double because there seems to be a lot in the glass.

"You looked like you might need extra tonight."

She tells me once she rests the bottle on the counter,

"To broken hearts and broken dreams" she says as she raises her glass and clinks it with mine that only has been held for a few seconds.

I tale a shoer swig, tasting the sweet taste of it, before coughing abit. "I don't drink alcohol, but tonight seems to be the night I went back to my old ways."

"Old ways?" she questions me, and she sits up on the counter, I follow her actions on the counter opposite her.

"Yeah. Years ago, I went sober. 3 years a month ago... but I didn't make it to 3 years. I fell short a couple of months."

"Well, do you want the drink, or do you want me to get you something non-alcoholic?"

"No no, I want this, I need this."

She nods at me, before looking down into her glass.

And that's when I take her in.

I never really looked at her before, because I was with Penelope, but now I can, because I'm single, and Penelope doesn't give a single shit about me anymore.

I notice her blonde hair and how it always sits behind her ears, showing her multiple piercings.

I notice her deep green eyes being brought to life by her mascara.

I notice the nose ring that resembles a snake. Then my eyes slowly land on her lips.

But I look down before I can think about doing anything more, I regret.

I lick my own lips, and run my hand threw my hair as I down the last few swigs of my drink, not caring about the burning taste in my throat.

I miss that feeling.

New things are a scary thing for me, but this doesn't feel new... no no, this feels easy.

I slowly move down from the counter, empty glass sat on the counter, and I take the two step toward her, retrieving her glass from her hands, and place her glass on the counter, with her eyes never leaving mine.

I place hand hands on her knees, and look up at her, she nods her head, and I move her legs apart, sandwiching myself between her thighs.

"Oliver..." she whispers out.

"Antoinette..." I respond.

I move my face closer to hers, stopping when out nose touches one another's.

Fuck It.

I move my mouth swiftly towards hers, and take her mouth against my own, our mouths move in sync with one another's, and she moves her hands to be wrapped around my neck, and she moves them to hang off of my shoulders as she pulls me in close, and traps me in with her legs wrapped around my waist.

My hands grab onto her hips, holding her still against me. But she squirms against my hold.

Third person POV

That night, Oliver doesn't know if he made a mistake, or if he did something completely opposite.

But he'll know when he wakes up the next morning what he thinks, he'll know what he's done...

He'll know how it feels to be with someone other than Penelope, his little blue bird.

There is one thing he knows for sure though..

She's still haunting his dreams.