West Coast

Chapter 8: Sean

Amalia told me in class that she already had another ride home and to just meet her there after school. I had assumed that she was riding home with either Alyssandra or Grace, but then I saw her climbing into a silver Lexus with Cannon's sister. 

But by the time I get to Amalia's house, the only car in the driveway is her own Mercedes. A man in a tuxedo vest opens my car door for me and holds out his hands for my keys. Amalia has a valet at her house? I know this Beverly Hills, but that's still crazy. 

"Thanks." I nod to him and make my way to the front door. I knock gently and a woman in a pleated dress and an apron opens and gestures me inside. "Ms. Amalia!" She calls out. "Your guest is here!" There's no response and the woman smiles at me. "She be down she. You wait in the kitchen until she ready."Ready? Does she think she has to change her whole outfit just because I'm coming over? I guess that's flattering in a way. 

I hear a faint giggle, and the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. "Oh! Hey I was wondering when you'd come do-" I stop dead in my tracks. "What are you doing here, Aly?" I lower my voice and rub my temple. 

She pulling a silk bathrobe tight around her body as if she's surprised. "I could ask you the same question!" She tries to cover herself even more. It's not like I haven't seen any of that before. I mean, we dated for three years for God's sake.

"Lia invited me over." She hisses defensively.

I sigh. "She invited me over too." I state and she looks around the room a little bit. She walks a little closer to me and lets her robe fall open, revealing a matching bra and panty set all in black lace. "What are you doing, Al?" I ask cautiously. 

"It's just." She pouts a little. "Amalia didn't tell me you were going to be here, and she just went to check the mail."

"How long until she'll be back?" I'm really anxious and need Amalia to get back soon, but Aly takes it the wrong way. She comes even closer to me and smiles. 

"Well, the mail unit is at the end of the block, and she's walking. So I'd say maybe 20 minutes." She has that devilish grin I know so well.

I groan. "Did you plan this? It's not funny." She takes a deep breath and sags a little, flopping in the chair next to me. 

"Did I ever tell you I'm sorry?" She pleas softly.

"A hundred times."

She looks at me sideways. "Why won't you forgive me?" She sounds like she's about to start crying.

"Because you cheated on me!" I can hear myself getting a little louder by the second. "Do you know how much that hurt? Do you know how much it hurt me to leave you!"

She looks like a sad kitten and her forehead scrunches in that same way it always does. I always loved that. "I know, it hurt me to." She whispers.

"No, you don't get it Al!" I stand up and start to breathe quicker. "It was so hard to leave you that I  still regret it everyday!" I'm starting to love it and all of my emotions are getting mixed up in my head and I can no longer tell which is which.

"And why is that?" She says quietly, urging me to go on. 

"Because I still love you, dammit!" And that's when it all flies out the window. I grab her and press my lips against hers like I've been wanting to do for so long. A tear slides down her cheek and she kisses me back, throwing her hands around my neck and pulling closer to me. She sheds her robe and I run my hands all over her body, throwing her down on the kitchen counter and putting my lips on hers again. 

But eventually we both break away, gasping for air. It's then that I realize what just happened. "Shit," 

She smiles weakly and starts rambling. "I'm so sorry, but that was amazing and I can't wa-"

"Stop." I close my eyes and take a step back. "I have to go." I grab my jacket off the floor and rush for the door. 

"Mr. Candor, where are you going!" The man by the door asks and I take off running down Amalia's driveway until I see the fountatin by the front gates. I place my hands on it to steady myself and take a deep breath before kicking the ground with my foot, ripping up the grass. I take my palm and splash some of the cold water onto my face. I slide down to the groud and put my head in my hands.

The whole thing must have been a setup. She's been doing this alot, 'accidentallly' running into me places like the beach club in little clothing, hoping I would crack under the pressure and take her back. And every other time I had mananged to walk away, but I guess this whole time the energy has been building up and I finally lost it. 

After the way she betrayed me, I thought I would eventually get over it and be able to move on. But that same party cost me my girlfriend and my best friend. Yeah, Jesse was my best friend for years, and I knew he had always liked Alyssandra, but he promised to back off when we started dating. But I guess the feelings never went away, and it led to a drunken mistake that ruined my life. 

"Sean?" I look up and see Amalia staring down at me worriedly. "Are you okay?"

I stare right back at her, standing up and pointing a finger at her. "You did this."

"Did what?" She looks both confused and scared. "What happened?"

"You brought her here!" She furrows her brow and takes a tentative step back. "Why the hell would you bring her here?"

She starts to shake a little. "What are you talking about?" She looks lost still.

"I'm talking about Aly!"

"Aly?" She asks calmly. "What about her?"

"She's standing in your kitchen in her underwear!" Her eyes widen and she looks shocked.

"Are you serious?" She looks down and curses herself. "I knew I shouldn't have told her you coming over." She says more to herself than me.

"Wait." I stutter a little bit. "You didn't plan this?"

"No." She says softly. "I didn't do anything."

My mind starts to go blank and she grabs my arm to keep me up. "I-I-I gotta get out of here." I start to take a few steps toward the driveway to go back to my car, but she stops me.

"What about the project?" She asks.

"Just." I blink my eyes a few times. "I can't."