The Metamorphosis Diaries

Chapter 11 - Flat Like A Panic-cake

CHAPTER 11

After the strange events of Terrick's party, I had pried at Ivan for information. Who at the party was he in the bedroom with? My guesses had been narrowed down to thirty with the mention of him being a football player, and now to around fifteen with the knowledge of it being a jock from the party.

Was it one of the Jamison twins? Ivan had a habit of aiming low if it meant someone would love him... Though Jeff Jamison isn't too bad looking... It would make more sense if it was Joey though, since he is the inferior twin who seems to prefer the comfort of his brother's shadow...

Ivan had dodged the subject multiple times. I could tell this really was a huge secret for him. Usually when I pried about a new boyfriend, he would satirically bring up a totally new subject, meaning he WANTED it to be a thing. But with this? His answer's were serious. Always a, "Seriously, I care about him. He's not out, and I won't be the one to push him over the edge."

I admired his ability to keep this secret. Most times with him it was always gossip about an ex or a guy he liked or something. Ivan told me he liked having this secret, because it made him feel closer to him. Since this guy was a jock and Ivan was neck deep in ex-theatre kid fumes, this secret was a special thing they shared that they could bond over.

In the end, I don't even care who it is. As long as he treats my Ivy right, then I'm good.

Who am I kidding, I must know!

When your mind is consumed with a single thought, distract it with another intense feeling.

I decided I would Face Time Darren and see what he was up to. Maybe he'd come over and we'd not watch another movie on Netflix.

The ringer went twice before he picked up. His hair was disheveled and his eyes dark. His shirtless torso laid flat against his bed, his hand joining him after rubbing over his face once.

"Morning, babe," he greeted.

"Hey sleepy head. Did I wake you?"

"Nah, I was scrolling Instagram. Check your feed."

I briefly paused the call to check my Instagram newsfeed, and sure enough he had posted a new picture... of me.

My WCW since grade nine it read.

I thought deeply about the caption while I un-paused the call.

If the caption were true, it would mean he's had a thing for me for two years, while he was with Hope, while he was calling my friends trolls, while he was whispering "fag" behind Ivan's back. I knew he was just embellishing it; he liked to make a scene, and this would make Hope's blood steam from her poors.

"Cute," was all I could say. I knew I should say more, but I didn't know what to. Darren wasn't the kind to do things like this, and I knew that. From the making us public to holding my hand in the hall to the Instagram posts of me with romantic captions... Maybe I was really overthinking this entire relationship.

Maybe Darren truly cared for me and this was real. I should let it be real. I should forget about the past and let myself fall for him.

"What are you doing today?" I asked.

He rolled onto his side and the tips of his sandy brown hair dipped over. "Nothing, want me to come over?"

I nodded at him, "If you want."

"Of course I do, I just have to shower. You can watch if you want?"

I giggled, "A little strip tease before I get my hands all over the real thing?" I winked.