I had feigned sick to Chloe after lunch, she dropped me off at my house on her way back with promises of coming to check on me later and catching me up on anything I would miss. I didn't want to lie to her, but I felt like it was a too soon and I should wait for her to warm up to the idea of my feelings before I shoved it on her full force. I already knew I couldn't do any of what happened before happen again. She broke up with him for a reason and I was there by her side the entire time, getting a play by play of every word, every misstep he made, and by her encounters with him, I shouldn't go there.
A sigh escaped my lips before I headed to my room to change into something more comfortable. After that was done, it was time for a distraction. I launched myself at the beige lump, hitting it with a slight umph. I fished the remote from between the cushions and shuffled through Netflix, hoping for a show or movie I hadn't already seen.
After 20 minutes of no avail the annoying echo of the doorbell sounded throughout the house. With a groan, I heaved myself out of the plushy cave. Giving myself a running start I slid across the hardwood. Shit! What's he doing here? The sudden appearance of the naturally platinum blond hair and mesmerizing blue eyes were a surprise to say the least. I forgot the rug that was supposed to stop my slide and ran into the door. It wouldn't have been bad except for the fact he saw the entire thing through the windows, and was now shaking with laughter outside the door...And I just happened to be wearing the shortest shorts I own. This will be fun.
My face felt like it was on fire as I struggled to get to my feet and open the door. It slid open soundlessly. I hid behind the frame, hoping he wouldn't see how ridiculous I looked in my shorts. "What are you doing here?" I blurted out, stopping his laughter almost instantaneously. He stood awkwardly and hunched as if he wasn't quite used to his height of a towering 6 feet, his hands were shoved in the pockets of his black athletic shorts. His face was a light shade of pink as he explained, "CC told everyone you were sick, so I came by to check on you, can I come in?".
Don't say yes. Don't say yes. Don't say "Yes". I awkwardly move with the door shuffling behind it. He doesn't seem to notice my discomfort taking in the sight of the grey walls, overcrowded with too many pictures of happy children and a smiling family and the mismatched furniture sitting in a half circle around the Tv in the corner and a coffee table covered with mugs and coasters scattered across its surface. As soon as he turns around, he notices my scantily clad state. He scans my body, spending extra time on my chest, and lust clouds his eyes. A smirk crosses his face, "What are you wearing". Uh oh.
