Vodka Over Love

{09} Must be the Music

"Awe." Mikey was now back down on his floor, long legs resting on his wall, bending him in a 90 degree angle. He had been throwing a mini basket ball above his head for a few minutes. Pausing only when I spoke of him sweetly.

"Awe, what?" I rolled my eyes, I would never get through the story at this pace.

"Nothing, you love me. It's sweet." He looked over and blew a kiss.

My cheeks burnt the moment he said that toxic four letter word. "I will leave."

Yeah B, blush, that totally says 'No, I don't love you'

"You've yet to deny it." He winked and laughed, going back to tossing the ball over his head.

"That's because we both know I'm only here for the benefits." He gave me a look that said he believed me as much as I believed myself.

"Anyways.." I growled.

                        I woke up to two pairs of blue eyes, too tired to register if they were pissed, concerned, or excited I disregarded both and rolled back over. "Oh no!" Tiffany's voice roared at me, grabbing my arms and flipping me back on my back, a patient about to be picked apart by doctors in search for some answers. "We let you randomly disappear without a fuss, now spill."

                        I wasn't sure where to start, especially considering the fact that my mystery boy didn't leave me with much- but a name, a job title, and a small peephole glance at his past.

"His names Mikey."

It didn't take much to extract the information, I spoke with the same excitement that I had felt just hours before. Now we sat in the mess hall, our usual routine, Sid got a salad that she pushed to the side and went back in for a bowl of cereal. Tiffany ate her leafy vegetables like she meant it, low fat dressing to make it even harder to watch. I poked at the mac'n'cheese on my plate, cheek rested on a closed fist.

"What's got you so down?" Tiffany asked, Sid glared at her than replaced fiery eyes with sympathetic ones as she looked back at me.

"I'm not down." I closed the conversation.

I am not down, not about Jessie, not about mystery boy, not about nothin'

Neither spoke so I averted the conversation, "How did Stetson take me leaving, what did you tell him?"

Sid smirked and shook her head, "He's a dumbass, we just told him you weren't feeling good so you had Vaughn come pick you up."

My mouth hung open slightly as I considered the shitty on-the-spot-lie, "He actually bought that?"

Tiffany nodded, "He said he felt bad for you, being sick and heart broken, and was hoping you could rest up a bit and get to feeling better."

I snickered, that was sweet of him, anyone else would've gotten pissed and known something was up. We were taking our plates up when my phone buzzed softly in my sweat pants pocket. I pulled it out immediately, Since Jessie and I ended I never received calls anymore. The number on the screen was unknown, I had deleted Jessie's but I knew it wasn't him- it was an area code I didn't recognize.

I clicked the green button.

"Hello?"

"Hey foxy lady."

I stayed silent, I didn't recognize the voice.

The male spoke again, "I'm so sorry, was that too much? I was joking you're not foxy you're gorgeous- I mean you're foxy too but you don't deserve to be called that. Shit I'm rambling now-"