Regret

Chapter 3: Andrew

It's been about a month since that night. Nothing like that has happened again. Everything's back to normal, and it's good. We get to act like we're normal, and nothing bad is happening. It's spring, so I get to coach middle school baseball, which isn't normally what I would love to spend my time doing, I actually think kids are obnoxiously annoying, but I find it enjoyable. There's this one kid on the team, Jason, and he is such a sweetheart. He is absolute ass at baseball, though. But that's okay because he tries. I sit on my bike for a minute before taking off my helmet, grabbing my keys, and heading into the field. I see the rest of the boys running around, swinging at balls, and then my eyes land on Jason talking to an older male. I walk up to Jason smiling,
"Hey buddy, you ready for practice?" I ask, standing next to him, looking at what seems to be his father. Jason nods and hugs his dad before running off. "You must be Andrew." 
"Yep." He reaches out his hand.
"I'm Alexis, Jason's dad. You can call me Alex, though." He smiles. I shake his hand notice three big things. One, He's got really nice eyes. Two, he's got a small pride pin on his bag. And Three, he's really good-looking. He let's go of my hand and starts small talk. I engage in the conversation learning small things about him, like how he had Jason at 17, how his wife left him for his psychiatrist, and how he's newer to the area. I learn he lives less than 2 blocks away from me, him and Jason have 2 cats, and he's looking into a job at the school as an English teacher. He asks for my number, which I agree to give to him so I can "let him know when practice is done," and with that, we go our spread ways.

After practice, I wait with Jason for his dad. "My fathers a homo." He says blankly, looking at me. I can't help but laugh at how strange it was.
"So am I," I confide in Jason. He smiles and nods.
"We don't have many friends here." "Neither do I Jason."
"Would you be my dad's friend?" 
"Sure thing, Jason." I look at my phone seeing a text from a new number. "Hey, it's Alexis, sorry I'm running late." I sigh, putting my phone in my pocket. If he's too late, I won't be home before Christian.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Jason asks, playing with his rings. I chuckle,
"No, I'm also pretty new here, I don't know many people." I can see the gears turning in his head, and then he smiles.
"What if you got with my dad?" He asks. I bend down to talk to him better.
"That's not exactly how it works Jason." I explain. Before Jason can open his mouth, I see an old beat-up Toyota pulling up. I see Alexis step out of the car in a hurry.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, jambo puked in my shoe and-"
"it's okay." I smile, and he takes Jason hand. "Jason and I were having great conversations." I smiled and walked over to my bike. I look at it for a minute, I remember when Christian bought it for me when I first moved here. I've always been into motorcycles, and I remember how happy I was when he drove it up to our drive way, he was complaining about how unsafe they are, but he sill bright it for me. That night, I had him backpack as we drove all around New York. I must've driven for 4 hours before we decided to stop. We went to a little diner and had honestly the best night I've ever had. Filled with karaoke and Christian drinking himself silly.

The ride home wasn't too long, but I still sped to try and get there in time. All I could think about was how lonely the ride home was. Christian never liked to ride with me, so it always felt just a little too lonely, so I'd normally blast music and deal with it. Tonight, I didn't. I just listened to the sounds of the night until I approached our shared home. I saw his car in the driveway. I sat in the driveway for a minute before shutting off my bike and heading in. I set my helmet and jacket on their respective hangers and took off my shoes, walking into the kitchen. Christian was sitting there just kinda looking at me. "Where were you?" He asked, seeming almost uninterested in knowing the real reason.
"Sorry, I had to wait for the kids to be picked up and got distracted talking to a parent." I responded, walking over to the table. He just hummed and picked up his phone. "Do you want something for dinner?" I asked, standing in front of the chair.