Bed Buddies

Jealousy

~Noah~

Ronan and Amber were arguing not-so-softly at the only window of the staff room.

"Are you serious? I didn't even see him yesterday!" Amber was crying.

"Stacy saw you both together!" Ronan insisted.

I sighed.

Jealousy is such a powerful thing.

So is possession.

They can destroy relationships; emerging into doubts, anger, frustrations and then finally, the end.

But jealousy and possession can also be used to discover the feelings within; the feelings we are oblivious to, the feelings we're suppressing.

~Ian~

What was wrong with me?

I couldn't believe I did that! I went soft on him, like he was close to me or something.

I groaned and suddenly realised I was in class when everyone turned to me with curious eyes.

I dipped my head sheepishly and stared at my book, hoping that the moment slides already.

When I went home, I sat in front of the television, not feeling like exercising.
I had to get my mind off him.

It was so frustrating!

Who was he?
Just a guy whom I had sex with every now and then and who happens to be gorgeous looking and soft and seems to have a really good heart...

Ugh. Again.

I was thinking about him again. And the worst thing was that there wasn't a negative aspect about him that I could remind myself about and convince my head (or rather, my heart) to stay away from him.

Because my heart, that traitor, had begun to beat abnormally around him, as if it wanted to jump out of my chest and into his arms.

Wow he even made me poetic!

"I hate you Noah." I muttered.

My heart began accelerating his beats again, telling me that it was far from the truth.

The last time I went to his place, I had come from a cousin's wedding, and I had decided to go to him first rather than going home and changing my attire, because I wanted him to see me this way. I wanted to see if he liked it.

The look on his face and the red on his cheeks almost drove me insane when he opened the door and saw me.

I didn't want to affect him so much but at the same time, I loved it.

The next time we met was after four days. Even though the wait was killing me, I knew he'd take some time. I had been the rudest last time; I left without a word, more so, shoved past him. But what could I do? I panicked when I felt that he was getting closer to me than I wanted.

I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. I shouldn't have acted rude towards him if I wanted to maintain an emotional distance. I decided that I would talk to him about it, like normal people do.

He could stop having me over if he wanted. It would bother me but of course I'd understand.
Hell, I don't know why he didn't stop me already, I could see he was hurting. And I don't know why I couldn't just rent someone instead, I had enough money of my own, the gym training paid well.

But no, I just wanted him. Just him.

I knocked on the door and waited and waited and waited.
The door was opened five minutes or so later by a sleepy twenty three year old with sexy messy hair and lips stretched in a yawn.

"Hey," he greeted when his yawn subsided down.

"Hi," I replied awkwardly. I had decided to be civilized from now on, and gentlemen greet each other.

"Come in," he said, as if not caring about who I was, and moved aside.

I entered the house and followed him up to his bedroom, while he walked lazily.

This side of him was almost...cute.

"Shit!" He groaned stopping midway and ran down the hall, away from his room.

"Uh..." I spoke to myself, standing there puzzled. Then I went ahead and walked into his room which was just how it always is-neat and tidy.

I sat down on the bed and looked down at my lap, replaying what I had practised on the way. I would tell him straight away that I wasn't looking for any kind of emotional bond, just some action. If he would be okay with that, we'd be good, if he wouldn't, I'll simply leave.

I heard him walk in and I looked up to see his face slightly wet and now wearing a blue shirt and jeans.

I wondered why he felt the need to change, he would have to undress anyway.

"Um...I'm sorry Ian, I forgot to tell you..." he began and I looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I kinda have a date today, so...I won't be able to, you know..."

"A date?" I couldn't help but voice my thoughts. Why was he going on a date?

"Uh...yeah?" He said, looking at me weirdly as if I was saying something wrong. Ha.

"What for?" I asked, suddenly feeling angry
I mean, why did he need to go on a date?

"Why do people go on a date Ian?" He chuckled and I looked at him threateningly as if he shouldn't even dare say that to me.

"Why do you need to go on a date?" I asked, "Weren't we..." I stopped on time. What was I even saying?

It wasn't like we were together or something. Infact, I was going to tell him today that we were just bed buddies and nothing more than that. Then why was it bothering me so much?
Why did I feel...jealous?

"What?" Noah asked, confused.

"Nothing. Uh... Can you cancel it?" I asked and then internally blushed (probably externally too) when I heard the vibe of desperation in my words.

Noah looked at me as if I grew another head.

What was it with this guy? Recently he was acting as if he had a soft spot for me and now he needed to find someone else? Like, wasn't I enough for him? I blushed again at my thoughts. Like seriously, I shouldn't get so worked up. Right?

"No, I can't. I have to go, I'm sorry, okay?" He said, sounding not even the least bit apologetic and that left me fuming.

"To hell with your sorry," I muttered and walked out, slamming the door behind, and not giving a shit if that was rude.

Here you go guys! The twelfth chapter!

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