Imaginary Boyfriend

Chapter 28: Explanation

Chapter 28

It was around three in the morning when I finally entered my apartment. I’d been putting it off—longer than I should have.

                It was dark and eerily silent. I sighed in relief. This was good. Sam was asleep. That meant I didn’t have to see him until morning. Placing my keys on the table as quietly as I could, I squinted into the darkness. I could just about to make out the way to my room from here.

                “And where do you think you’re going?”

                I spun in a complete circle, shrieking when light flooded into the room and blinded me.

                “What the hell?” I cried, holding up an arm to shield my eyes.

                Sam stepped forward. “Where have you been?”

                As my eyes adjusted, I was about to look right at his face. He was dressed in his Doctor Who pyjamas. I almost smiled.

                “What?”

                “Nothing,” I snapped, embarrassed at being caught staring at him. I was supposed to be angry.

                “Where did you go?” he demanded. “I’ve been worried sick! I rang you a billion times. Why didn’t you pick up? And why did you run off?”

                He was bombarding me with questions and I couldn’t think straight. I’d drunk a lot tonight and wasn’t sure if I was fully sober. Probably not.

                “Shut up,” I instructed quietly, massaging my forehead. But he wouldn’t. He was shouting now, and my head hurt. It was like someone was knocking a hammer against my skull. “Shut up!”

                He paused. “What’s wrong?”

                “Shut the bloody hell up!”

                “Where did you go?” he repeated.

                I sighed, steering to my left and filling a glass of water. I felt slightly better after a couple of sips. Reaching into the cupboard over me, I found a tablet for headaches and quickly swallowed it. Then, I turned to face him. “I went to a cafe. For some coffee.” I left out the part about Rhys coming with me. I didn’t want unnecessary questions.

                “But why? Why did you just take off like that? I was apologising...” he trailed off, running a hand through his messy brown curls. I would’ve given anything right then to rake my own hands through them. But instead I forced my arms by my sides. This wasn’t the time.

                “Your lips,” I said. “They had lipstick on them. And it wasn’t mine.”

                He blinked, and a blush crept onto his face. “That wasn’t how it looked,” he said, letting out a nervous laugh.

                “Oh? Really? Enlighten me, then.”

                “She kissed me,” he explained, “and I pushed her away.”

                There was no way he could be lying. I would know if he was, because his right eye would twitch. Relief flooded through me and I found myself wrapping my arms around him. He responded instantly, pulling me close. I could smell his cologne.

                “You didn’t really think I’d cheat, did you?” he said in my ear, his breath tickling my face.

                This time it was my turn to blush. “She is gorgeous... and you did used to date her.”

                “She’s got nothing on you.”

                I smiled.

                “If this ever happens again just trust me, okay?” he whispered.

                I nodded. “Okay.”

**

                A loud knock jerked me awake.

                A yawn escaped my lips. My eyes flitted to the clock on the wall and I groaned. It was seven am. On a Sunday. Who the bloody hell was knocking on our door at this time? Squirming, I managed to escape from Sam’s arm, which had been wrapped around my waist, without waking him up. There wasn’t really much point in his room anymore, he just slept in mine most of the time.

                I made my way to the front door and pulled it open.

                Oh, great.

                “Sarah,” I greeted the blonde through gritted teeth. She was smiling, and dressed in only a tank top and booty shorts. Anger simmered through me at the sight of her. I could just imagine her lips on Sam's... it made me sick, and so did she.

                “Hey,” she said. “Is Sam in?”

                Oh. So she wasn’t even here to admit she’d made a move on Sam, like a good friend would do. Then again, the fact that she’d kissed him proved she wasn’t a friend at all.

                “No,” I told her shortly. “Bye, bye.”

                I slammed the door shut.

                Her stunned expression was priceless. Slut.

                “Katrina!” I heard her cry shrilly from behind the door. “What the hell? Open the door!”

                “No thanks,” I called, heading back to my bedroom. “You might try to bed my boyfriend again. Sorry, but that’s my job.”

                Sarah was silent.            

 Eh, it's really short. Sorry about that :/