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Old Fool's Game

There's many songs about fools and how quickly they fall in love, but none of them have encountered me. They'd truly be ashamed of themselves for thinking they knew what it meant to have a perfect match. I felt this, there's no denying what's truly right. Though this time I don't feel so foolish.

Sitting on the hood of his Subaru while he stood between my legs should've been inappropriate given the newness of our history, but I found his feeding me thin crust slices out of the box a kind gesture. Abel's body just seemed to mesh so seamlessly with my own. There was no pressure to be anything other than myself, and I was grateful for the sentiment. I picked up a drummy, and brought it to his lips. He made it a point to take a bite of the piece of chicken and lick my finger as his lips parted from the piece. This tickled and made me giggle.

I watched him chew, as his lips moved round and round. Though I should've been more concerned with the food, I still closed the distance between our mouths and allowed myself to take in the softness of his lips. The smile that followed let me know that for once, I made the right choice.

He increases the pressure, but doesn't take it any farther than that as he separates and continues to eat his wing that he plucked from my fingers. Content with bliss I reach for my own, but am startled when I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

"What are you guys doing?" Xavier. I rolled my eyes. Nosy motherfucker.

Instead of responding, I reached for another slice of pizza and shook my head no at Abel who was peering down at me silently asking if he should respond. Taking my word as bond, he chose not to respond to his roommate either.

"It's childish to ignore someone when they are speaking to you." More chewing. Even less responding.

"Look, I only came down here because you guys just disappeared. I don't care that you're down here together doing whatever, which is clearly eating without everyone else." No chewing, just more blatant ignoring.

I hear him suck his teeth, then huff. I expected him to have walked away, but when I twist my body to look, he's still there tongue in cheek and arms crossed. Though I am sincerely confused as to why he's upset.

"Look Xa, we are fine. Please go back inside, I'm sure your girlfriend," I emphasized with the wave of my hand, "would rather you be up there with her than down here with us, me specifically. We are good." I feel Abel's clean palm rest on my thigh. Reassuring, though possibly confused as to why my words had such a bite to them.

"That's real bold of you to say considering the facts," he says, stepping closer to engulf my gaze with fire in his eyes, "and fact of the matter, you weren't saying that last night. Stop being such a b-" he almost finished, but Abel removed himself from me and shielded me from Xavier.

"What you're not going to do is disrespect her. And you're not going to disrespect me. As she said, we good out here bruh. If we need something we will let y'all know." The bass in his voice sent chills down my spine, and a stream between my legs. I had to turn back around to hide the goofy smile on my face. Is this what protection feels like?

"Whatever, you can have my sloppy seconds. She's only interested in you because I don't want her." I listen to his footsteps recede until the apartment door entrance shuts. My smile went as quickly as it came.

The wind dances around us, but none of the air reaches my lungs. I tell myself he's not worth the energy and I struggle to keep the tears from spilling over. I don't dare move to meet Abel's eyes for fear he might mistake my distress for an admittance of guilt.

The pit of my stomach has caved in, so I toss the half eaten slice of pizza back in the box and slide off of his car. I'm not hungry, and this no longer feels like fun. The nagging at the back of my head dusts her shoulders off for a job well done. Soon I can no longer hear the rustling leaves because my blood is drumming through my ears.