A Little Love Collection

Two

Well this is fucking annoying.

I turned over to see Vanessa curled up in my clothes. She somehow managed to get my shirt on and use my sweater as a pillow. Ugh I love that shirt.

This is usually about the time when I get ready to go. Well, escape is more like it. I usually leave some kind of note saying thank you for the fun night and give my number. I haven't been leaving my number lately though. I'm not really up for writing anything right now, in fact, I'm kinda pissed that she's wearing my shirt. How am I suppose to escape now with my clothes? Rip it off her? I don't think so.

Rrrriiiiiinnnnggggg

Is that my phone? Oh shit Vanessa's going to wake up. I quickly fall out of the bed and begin searching for my pants. I know they're here somewhere...god this place is a mess. I finally find it on the opposite side of the bed.

Rrrriiiiiinnnnggggg

Please don't wake up.

Rrrriiiiiinnnnggggg

I dig my hands into my jean's pocket and wrap my fingers around a hard case.

Rrrriiiiiinnn- without thinking I pick up.

"Hello??" I force a whisper.

"ALEX?!" oh shit.

"Chelsea?" I mumble more to myself than the shrieking voice on the line. I met Chelsea at the same bar I was at last night. I slept with her over a week ago...when I thought she was sane. She calls me everyday looking to see when we can "get together" as she calls it. Gross.

"WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE?!"

"Uh I don-"

"WHATEVER. ANYWAY, WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN RETURNING MY CALLS??"

Because you're a psycho bitch?

"Chelsea, I already told you to stop calling me" I shake my head. What was this chick's problem?

"ALEX I MISS YOU"

Oh jeez. Here we go.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT?"

"Um I-"

"CANCEL IT. COME OVER."

I wrack my brain for something I could be doing tonight. Doctor's appointment? Do people go to the doctor's at night? That's kinda weird. Damnit Alex think think think...

"I promise I'll make it worth it" she coaxes. Her voice has softened. She's trying to be sexy. Yeah, sorry that's not going to work.

"Chelsea. Let me explain this again. One. Last. Time." I say through gritted teeth. I see Vanessa roll over on to the other pillow and nuzzle her face into my jacket. Shit. I need to get out of here before she wakes up.

"What is it Alex???" she says in an artificially sweet voice. I can tell she's batting her eyelashes.

"We are not together. We spent ONE night together" I say as I struggle to put on my jeans with one hand.

"You need to stop with the texts...the calls...the voicemails."

"But-but you left me your number!! I know you want to talk to me because you left me your number on that sweet, little note!" I could hear the crumpling of paper. Was she holding the note? My god this girl needs help.

"You left it just for me!" Uh yeah when it was like 5 in the morning when I wasn't thinking straight...obviously.

"Chelsea that was a mista-"

"I KNOW YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME ALEX!"

I walk to the front door of Vanessa's house and let myself out.

"Goodbye Chelsea" I hang up.

Like I said, I don't leave my number anymore.