"The Mechanic"
Chapter Twenty-two
'Panic Attack.'
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The Next Day
December 22, 1:17pm
Demi's POV
"You did what?!?!?" Ari exclaimed, her eyes wide in shock. Her excited smile was pulling her every feature upward, she was so surprised.
"I totally mauled him, Ari. Like, full on."
"Oh my God," she gasped, unable to contain herself. "Wait . . . did he- did he like it?"
"Well he didn't stop me," I replied, thinking back to the day before. Then I grinned. "He's actually a really good kisser."
"Oh my GOD, Demi oh my God!!"
"I know, shut up!" I said, giggling along with her.
"Demi. Demi! Do you know what this means?"
"It doesn't mean anything!"
"Shut up, it totally does!" She was so giddy, bouncing up and down across the screen. "Joe has to be into you too."
"Well, I'm not too sure about that," I began, twirling my hair around my finger. "He like forced me to confess that I had feelings for him and-,"
"He WHAT???" She brought her phone closer to her face, causing her image to completely fill my laptop's screen.
Rolling my eyes at having to repeat myself, I told Ariana everything: How Joe pulled me close, how he held my hands, how he laughed when I got angry, the way he looked at me when he told me what he saw in me. As I told her my tale, her every emotion followed along through her facial expressions in the most humorous way.
"Wow," she sighed, once I got her caught up. "It sounds like he has feelings for you too, Dem."
"I don't think so," I replied honestly. "He never actually said that at all. He just said he wanted my honesty."
"Wait, so what happened after your little confession?"
"Um, well, not much," I began, recalling the events. "It seemed like everything was kind of . . . back to normal. We wrapped the presents, and talked about random things, and then he went home."
Ari raised an eyebrow.
"I don't get why he makes so many moves on you, but never actually makes a move on you, you know?" She said, and for once, I was surprised that she didn't already have all the answers.
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The Mechanic
FanficI belonged to another man. I was in the home of another man. I was in the bedroom of another man. And yet, there I was, my lips pressed to someone else.