The Pitcher's Act

7

OLIVIA

I don't know what overpowered me to shave everything tonight, but I did. Not that I want to fuck Colby Jones, but if he were to see me naked again, I needed to make sure he couldn't make any comments about anything. I needed to be perfect.

It somehow calmed me to fix myself up to present myself as perfectly as I could. I didn't go as far as to wear makeup beyond a few strokes of mascara and eye cream to hide my bags.

Part of me felt as if he wouldn't show up tonight. Maybe he didn't think it that serious to meet up. I just figured it would be easier to do it together. Have each other to back us up.

His light had flicked on ten minutes ago. I noticed after I had gotten out of the shower, which is what he was probably doing now. He was late, but his practice probably ran late. I can't blame him for his coach being a hard ass. Now that I know the window across from mine is Colby Jones, I can't stop looking at it. I can't wrap my head around why. I constantly look at it now.

I sit in the living room, so if he were to look inside my window, I wouldn't be sitting there waiting for him. Sadie sat next to me on the couch while we binge-watched Gossip Girl for the fifth time. It was an addicting show. Sometimes, I wish my life was more interesting like theirs.

"I can't believe Colby Jones is about to be in our apartment. I still can't believe it. Your arch nemesis."

I scoff, "He is not an arch-nemesis. He's just a man I don't get along with."

"Maybe if I lock you and him in your room, you two will fuck, and you can stop stressing me out."

"Stressing you out? Sadie, you got to be kidding me. I may hyperventilate when he knocks on the door."

"Make sure to keep six feet like you said." I broke that last night. I told her the events of what happened, but nothing after he yelled at me for making him walk me twenty feet. She didn't know he saw me naked or that his window faced mine. I wonder what he would have done if I had taken my clothes off in the same room as him.

There's a knock on the door. Sadie cheers quietly so he doesn't hear, and I don't move to get the door. "What are you doing?" She whispers.

"Waiting an appropriate amount of time before I answer the door. I don't want to seem eager to see him."

"Get over yourself, you psycho."

I roll my eyes, stand up, and head for the door. I swing it open to see Colby Jones wearing the scowl I've seen him so many times wear. He wears sweatpants and a Wake Forest Baseball shirt. The only thing he holds is a script in hand.

I open the door wider for him to step inside, "Hey," I say, not sure what else to say.

He steps inside, looking around the apartment, "Do you guys actually use this place? There's not a speck of dirt in here."

Sadie laughs from the couch, "Livvy is a clean freak."

"Makes sense," Colby says, walking deeper inside, looking at the television and Sadie.

I point at her, "That's Sadie and Sadie, that's Colby."

I want to slap the smile off her face. She's evil. "Great to finally meet you. Heard lots of things about you."

Oh my- she's fucking dead. Colby grins back at her, "Good things, I hope." He turns to me, "Angel, let's hurry this up. I'd rather not be thinking of Shakespeare when the sun rises."

"We can go to my room, the last one on the right," I say, and he continues to walk down the hall toward my room.

I glare at Sadie, and she mouths, "Angel?" I shake my head, not even knowing what the nickname is about and why he started calling me that.