The Understatement Of The Year

Chapter 3: He wasnt the cause of that blush

I decided not to respond to that jerk at all. It was the better choice.

Or I had thought.

I hadn't received any texts from him since the last sort of apology, and I was starting to chill out a bit. Maybe he would just leave me alone and all will be normal in the world again.
The night went by slowly and to that I was thankful. I was tired and relaxed which was perfect.

My eyes were drifting into darkness as I daydreamed, when I loud beep jolted me awake.

Groggily, I reached over across the coffee table, snagging up my phone.

Babydoll?-L

Looking at the time on my phone, I sighed. 10:27 pm. Gross. It was getting late. Contemplating on whether or not I should finally answer him, I decided that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

You really that obsessed with me?-M

I knew he already knew my name, and thanks to Kate I knew his. I should have felt bad for being so rude to him all day, but then I remembered how he was in the movie theatre the night before. My phone beeped again.

There you are babydoll. Finally couldn't resist me?-L

I rolled my eyes angrily. How could he possibly think that I couldn't resist him. Isn't that what I had been doing all day??

Yeah right. That's why you've been txting me all day?-M

I smirked to myself, proud at my attitude.

Exactly babydoll. ;) -L

I literally wanted to smack myself for blushing, but I couldn't help it. I hated when people sent winks and especially when they called me babydoll. He was irritating me, but I couldn't help but respond.

I can't help that guys line up at my door. -M

I couldn't even begin to tell you how far from the truth that was. But what could I say, he was being so cocky.

He didn't respond right away so I figured I must have irritated him. That or made him die of laughter. Either way, I was relieved that I got a break from his constant texts.

I went back into my room to get ready for bed. I could have just slept on the couch since nobody was here anyways, but I couldn't. Though it was comfortable, I still wanted to feel like I lived in a home instead of rented an empty space.  

I tossed my phone onto my bed before I stripped down. Slipping into an over sized t-shirt, i pulled out a pair of fuzzy socks from my top drawer.

I put lotion on my feet, then the socks, making them soft and slippery. It was something my mom had always done, and I  couldn't help but do it either.

Pulling the covers back, I tucked myself in, propping the pillows up behind me so i was in more of a sitting position. With a click of a button, Castle came on in front of me, resuming from where I had left off.

The killer was about to be resolved when I heard my phone buzz.

I groaned, reaching for my phone as I watched Beckett go psycho cop on the guy she was interviewing.

When I finally felt the phone under my fingers, I pulled it towards me, never taking my eyes off of the tv. I needed to know if he was the killer or not. The way he smirked at Beckett, almost as if he was checking her out, made me a little mad.
You best stop lookin at her like that you creep. She's Richards. I thought to myself. But then after I really thought about it, I said aloud, "Actually, Rich is mine. Go ahead. Take Beckett."

When he ended up being a friend of the killer, I finally looked at my phone.

I had two texts.
One was front Kate.

Made it to my parents house safely. Luv ya <3 -K

I sent a love you back and then moved on to the next text.

They better not be or I'm going to have to throw some punches. -L

I don't know why, but I smiled. Sliding my phone under my pillow, I finally fell asleep, listening to Castle and Beckett argue over who cracked the case first.