Malice

Chapter 6: I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore

"Wow. What happened to make you come to your senses?" Brina asked in shock. I pulled the wet towel from my hair, raking my finger through my thick wet locks. Her question had me stuck. What really happened to make me like this? I had actually been treating Andy like he mattered and for the first time in a long time, I had that warm, fuzzy feeling inside that always left me feeling like I was on cloud nine. We'd walk to class together, meeting up at my locker as soon as class was over. We sat together at lunch, squeezing together at his overcrowded table and he would rest his hand on my thigh, which always made my heart race. We went back to talking on the phone almost every night and in a PG-13 way because I was afraid of making things difficult between us again.

I hopped onto my bed after securing the belt to my bath robe. "I don't know. There for a while, he seemed like he was interested in getting physical, but he backed off and wanted to take things slowly. It seems like he really likes me," I replied. I was used to guys acting like they were interested in something more with me long enough to get laid and I had been guilty of it as well. "So no more acting like a dog?" Brina asked. "Don't hold your breath. People change when they get what they want," I said while rolling my eyes. "Well, he's made it clear that that's not what he wants."

I stretched out on my bed thinking about what she was saying. "You don't know that," I snapped. "No, but I do know you and I know that you would have fucked him two weeks ago and tossed him to the side like a heap of table scraps." I couldn't wait for the day where my friends would stop acting like they were my parents, but sometimes, they were the only things that could make me see things clearly. "I'm not a monster, Brina," I said sounding defeated. "I know. You just act that way sometimes." There was a beep in the phone, signaling that there was an incoming call. I pulled it away from my ear to check the caller ID.

My heart burst into a sprint when I saw that it was Andy. "I have another call. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I said quickly, not giving her the chance to reply and say goodbye. I tapped the screen to let Andy through and my nerves had me shaking like a leaf.

"Hey, what's up?" I answered cheerfully. I bit down on my lip, realizing that I was acting like a kid on Christmas morning. I couldn't wait to hear his voice and I was shocked. "Nothing much. Getting ready to call it a night," he answered. I felt a little disappointed for a second. "Yeah, it's getting pretty late and it's a school night," I said with a much more gloomy tone. "Yeah, well, I just wanted to call and say good night. I really wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed," he replied. My heart fluttered and I couldn't stop the smile that was forming on my face. "Thank you. That just made my night."

"It's not enough to just see your face in the mornings," he said with a chuckle. I was pulled into a state where I felt weightless and the sun was shining. I had never felt like this before and every single day, I felt something new and it amazed me beyond belief. But, I was quickly pulled out of it when I heard a few taps on my window. It was probably just a bug attracted to the lights in my room and it was trying to get in.

"You're just too sweet for words," I said with the smile on my face growing wider. The taps were growing louder and more rhythmic. I froze, looking out the window only to find nothing in the darkness, but I could hear the leaves rustling. I was probably just psyching myself out and I decided to turn my attention back to the phone. "You're just trying to get into my pants," he joked. I started to giggle, but was interrupted once again by the noise coming from outside, this time with the taps growing into aggressive knocks. I sat up, my anxiety reeking havoc, and stood up, careful to keep Andy from noticing that I was paranoid. "Not exactly. But, I'll let you go. I can't wait to see you," I said, trying to rush him off of the phone. "The feeling is mutual. Good night, Angel." I would have given anything to see that smile on his face that I loved so much.I had other things on my mind though. Who the fuck was knocking on my window at almost midnight?