I Thought You Were a Bitch

Chapter VI: Girls Night Out

Catherine's POV

When I left the studio with guys to go to our new home while staying in Los Angeles, I felt overexcited because I was going to have a girls night out with Christine. Also I was glad that Nicks didn't want to join us. I wanted to have Chris all to myself. I knew she was married and straight but this didn't mean a lot to me at that time.

The house was huge and filled with antique furniture. Thomas had taken care of all the things. My room looked absolutely stunning. There was a huge dark wooden wardrobe on the left from the door. It had strange flowers carved into it but it looked pretty cool. The bed was also huge with midnight blue velvet covers. Wallpaper was also midnight blue with black roses. The nightstand matched the wardrobe and so did the vanity,  the desk, the chair and the couch. I fell in love with all of it immediately. Sometimes it really scared me how well Thomas actually knew me.

I carried all of my stuff to my room from downstairs which took lots of time as I had taken almost all of my clothes, shoes and jewelry with me. You never know what a lady might need when away from home. When I had finally finished unpacking, the clock showed 5 p.m. which meant I had four hours until seeing Christine again. I lay down on my bed to rest a little and dream away. Soon enough I fell asleep as the flight had actually been tiring. I dreamed about Christine being in bed with me. The dream seemed so real. I felt her hands creeping up my sides slowly while she was kissing my lips. She moved to my neck, biting it a little. I let out a moan. "Cat... Oh, Cat..." she said. The dream seemed more real every second. Suddenly I woke up and opened my eyes just to see Thomas on top of me. I was shocked and felt such rage. I pushed him so violently that he fell off the bed.

"What the fuck, Cat?" he asked surprised.

"Were you trying to rape me or something?" I tried not to raise my voice.

Thomas stood up. "No, of course not, you told me you want me to kiss you." He had a look of confusion mixed with annoyance on his face.

"You're a liar! You just came into my room without permission, I was sleeping and you tried to fucking rape me!" I sat on the bed giving him another angry glare.

"No, I did not. The door was open, so I peeked in. I saw you tossing and turning so I thought you had a bad dream or something and I thought to wake you up. So I sat down on your bed and tried to wake you but then suddenly you asked me to kiss you. After you said that, I thought you were pretending to be asleep. I swear I didn't try to rape you and by the way, you kissed me back and you clearly enjoyed it when I kissed your neck. It seems you actually like me, uh?" Thomas folded his arms and gave me his annoying smirk.

"Fuck you!" I spat. "I was dreaming and not of you! It all just seemed too real. I don't like you Thomas, I never have... you're just a friend and I think it's time you realised there isn't and never will be anything between us." I stood up facing him. "Do you understand?"

He looked like he had been punched in the face. He shook his head. "I don't  get you, Catherine Jane Acker. I just don't."

He turned around and left, slamming the door behind him. I felt sorry for hurting him like that but it wasn't my fault he refused to admit we would never be together. I decided to have a shower. I really needed one after such a heated dream. Hot water washed away all the heavy thoughts for a second. I let the water run hotter and hotter until it stung my skin. A little pain never had hurt anyone.

After the shower I felt relieved and I had an hour and a half to get ready. I wanted to see Christine already and I wanted to look good for her. I felt the need to impress her as much as I could. I curled my hair and chose to wear a short dark green dress with black leather jacket and boots. I did a light make-up and put on silver moon-shaped earrings. Soon enough I was out the door and ready to party.