Rescue Me

Chapter 17

It has been a whole week. One whole week since John died, Blake became more of an asshole, and Stefan was there to comfort me. 

Oh, I probably shouldn't call my father "John" it is quite disrespectful, but he isn't here to tell me otherwise. I think it helps me cope though. Calling him by his first name somehow disconnects the meaning of him to me. He is not my father he is just John.

"I swear to God, if you don't stop staring off into space," I'm taken from my thoughts by a familiar voice. My eyes quickly switch to Stefan and I can't help but smile. "What were daydreaming about?"

Should I tell him that I was fantasizing about him? It is really scaring me how we have gotten so close in the past two months. We're dating I guess, but we're not official, or anything like that. At least I think that's what it's called, 'official'. I am really not sure. Books and movies is where I get all my relationship logic.

"Again with the daydreaming!" Stefan's voice almost comes out as a groan. He's adorable. So, so, so, adorable. The way his eyebrows are always drawn close together and his pearly smile. Oh goodness, his smile is divine.

Comparing his smile to describe a food? You're so weird Kate.

"Sorry! I-I was just thinking about..." Shit. I don't know what I'm going to say. "This coffee!" I grab the random coffee cup next to me and take a sip. I nearly spit it out from the taste. It's been here for awhile and has no cream or sugar. "So good." My eyes squeeze shut to hide the disgust behind them. When I open them, Stefan has a huge smirk across his face. I clearly didn't fool him. 

"What are you doing tonight?" I needed to change the subject and that is the first thing that came out of my mouth. I should probably try to round up a plan for us. That is if he is actually free. It would be nice because the past times I have been with him have been so much fun. 

Stefan is always the one planning and taking me out on dates. I think it was three days ago that Stefan took me to this little American Bistro and after we went on another walk downtown. He held my hand the whole entire time, and constantly told me how beautiful I was. He just makes me feel a way, I can't depict. 

"Beers and football, baby." I just let out an animal sound. It was nothing human. Stefan just called me "baby". First time! First freaking time! It's cute and adorable, just like Stefan. God, I need to stop. 

Embarrassment is clearly evident on my face. I cough and wave at him to continue. He's biting his lip, trying to stop himself from laughing at me. I don't blame him. It sounded like a walrus, mixed with an elephant, and a tiger. To save me from more embarrassment, Stefan takes a deep breath and continues. Though, he does not suppress the smile across his face.

"Come to my place and have a few beers." Does he not realize I'm nineteen? "Stefan, I'm underage, plus I don't drink."  He knows all of this already, so I don't understand why he's asking. "Kate, I know. I just think you should get sometime to chill out. You've been through some really tough shit lately." He's right. I should take a breather and have a good time. 

"I'm in!" I say, almost too enthusiastically.

This is going to be fun. I've never seen a football game. Not even on the television. That Super Bowl crap, was not for me. Anything to do with exercises , was out of the question. 

Stefan looks down at his wrist and checks his silver watch. Damn, that's nice. I wonder how he can afford that. Being a mechanic usually does not give you a salary to buy Michael Kors. "Shit, I need to get back to work!" That reminds me that I should do the same. I only have thirty minutes left for my shift, but the customer behind Stefan is giving me the stink eye. 

Stefan leans over the counter and plants a kiss on my cheek. Damn, I might be down for all this PDA mumble jumble. "I will call you later!"

...

So today has consisted of many firsts for me. Stefan called me baby, PDA was introduced, a customer through his coffee at me (Which was totally uncalled for and rude.), and now I am at Stefan's door waiting to go in. His apartment is in downtown in a really nice building. Like, really nice.

I raise a nervous, balled fist to the door and slam it down. That was loud and really hurt. 

A few seconds go by before the door opens. It isn't Stefan though. My mouth hangs open as I see her in a t-shirt and underwear. That's all. This girl is gorgeous. I mean, drop dead. 

Why is dead in my vocabulary right now?

Her brown hair is long and falls down to her waist. She has a smile like Stefan, but it isn't crooked like his. I don't know understand how she can just stand here, smiling at me with no pants on. Has she no respect for herself?

Where's Stefan?

The flame of happiness inside me is dying out by the second. I thought Stefan was different. He wasn't like the rest. He wasn't like John. He was supposed to be a good man. He was supposed to be the one to save me from all of the shit in my life. 

He was supposed to rescue me.

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