Yours Musically

46. Bite Me

Chapter Forty Six - Bite Me

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sitting right next to my phone the entire evening, just waiting for it to buzz with a text from Matt to invite me over.

Our usual time to train was six once he'd come back from the gym, but his car had never left the driveway. But then, I don't think he'd even looked at it after the crash, so maybe he'd taken Aiden's car.

I made a quick note to ask my parents for the money later to pay Matt for the damage.

It was 6:30 p.m. and there was no word from him, so I decided to finish my homework, but my mind kept going back to what could possibly be taking him so long.

Maybe he's finally using the handcuffs like they're supposed to be used.

I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head to clear those images from my head. But the more I pondered over it, the more real it felt. Like they were actually hooking up in his room in that exact moment. Who cares? I rolled my eyes and shrugged to myself.

I do. Dammit!

Finally, at 7 p.m., my phone buzzed with a text.

Matt: She just left.

Oh, great! Finally.

Rebekah: You skipped gym?

Matt: Yes, but it was worth it.

I wasn't supposed to feel this pang in my chest. Assuming that they were hooking up was very different from knowing that they were actually hooking up.

Rebekah: Gross, Williams.

I kept my phone aside and focused on my homework. There was no way I was going to his house now just to sit in his room like some tool minutes after they'd got it on in there.

My phone buzzed again.

Matt: That's not what I meant.

Rebekah: Then what?

I patiently stared at the three dots as he typed something, but without sending it, he went offline, and I blinked at my phone. What the hell?

Rolling my eyes, I tossed it on the bed, screen down, and flipped the pages of my notebook, annoyed.

After five minutes, a knock on the door made me look up, and before I could say anything, it was swung open, and Matt walked inside, taking me by surprise.

"Hey!" he greeted. The spark in his eyes was hard to not notice.

"Hey." I shut my notebook, trying to keep the scorn out of my voice as I asked, "Had your fun?"

"I did. The best one hour of my life." His eyes were bright as he grabbed my study chair, dragged it next to my bed, turned it backwards, and sat down in it, facing me. I eyed his actions skeptically. He was acting differently.

Was he drunk or just... too happy?

Swallowing, I leaned against the headboard. "You better not be here to tell me about it. I'm least interested in listening."

"You have to."

My lips curled with disgust. "Matt, no."

"You're the reason it happened. I took your advice."

"I don't remember giving you any advice on sex. Hell, that's the last thing I know about."

Amusement flashed in his eyes. "Who said anything about sex? I ended things with her."