philophobia

.two

Antoine found me in the morning and wrestled me out the door as fast as possible. Drea told him Jamie was still there and could wake up any minute. As he shoved me in his car, I silently thanked him and Drea for saving my life.

    I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes, listening to the soft purr of Antoine's 1967 Shelby GT350. Antoine's parents were loaded with money so they bought him the cherry red beauty and he customized it with white racing stripes down the hood. We named her Scarlet. Don't worry, though; he updated the stereo system to include an aux cord.

    Antoine sniggered beside me and I blinked over at him. I rolled my eyes and closed them again, resting my head back on the window. "What did you get up to last night, Seggsy? You disappeared after we saw Jamie," He interrogated.

    I mulled over whether or not I should tell him about the stranger and my one-night stand. If I didn't tell him now, he'd find some way to weasel it out of me in the future. I couldn't fight the smile that crept onto my face, "I got laid."

    I felt a hand slap against my chest, ushering a cough from my throat and my eyes to snap open. I glanced down at Antoine's hand and huffed, peeling it off and shoving it back onto the steering wheel.

    "No kidding, huh?" He chuckled.

    I mumbled a lazy "no".

    "With who? Where? Who topped? What kind of condom did you use? Any toys? Give me all the dirty details."

    I groaned in disgust, "That's creepy, Rous."

    He laughed and I heard him slap the steering wheel with his palms, "Come on, Segs. Just answer the damn questions, I wanna know." Man, did that kid know how to whine.

    I sighed, "I actually don't know who it was. It was too dark and I was too drunk but I topped and it was in someone's bedroom. I don't know what kind of condom we used, he provided. No toys, weirdo. I'm not into that stuff."

    "You didn't stay to find out?"

    I shook my head, "I didn't want to. I don't know why, I just didn't. Now, will you let me sleep? This damn hangover is killing my head, I don't know how you're driving right now."

    With Antoine silenced, it gave me time to recount the night's events. I didn't remember anything about the party but I remembered everything about my stranger. I remembered the way he touched me, sloppy but tender, like I was a piece of glass he didn't want to break. I didn't want to put a face or name to those fingers, especially if it was a name and face I didn't want to know.

    The quiet was short lived, though.

"So, Drea told me that she found Jamie naked in her bedroom," Antoine murmured.

I grunted to let him know I was listening but I didn't bother opening my eyes.

"But she specifically remembers not sleeping with him."

I frowned and blinked open my eyes, shifting in the passenger seat so that I could lean against the door but still look at Antoine. I could tell he was thinking. Whenever the gears turned in his head, his nose wrinkled slightly and his fingers tapped on whatever surface they could. They tapped on the steering wheel now.

    "What of it, Rous?"

    Antoine wiggled in his seat and shrugged, biting his lower lip, "Nothing. Well, I mean...You don't want to hear what I'm thinking..." He glanced over at me, worry swimming in his light brown eyes.

    I sat up straight, running my fingers through my hair and frowning at him, "Spit it out, dipshit. I don't care, just tell me."

    "I think you slept with Jamie Benn. I'm not saying that you actually did but if you put two and two together then they match up..."