HIM AND I

17|AT FAULT

I woke up alone in bed. Not even Joshua was in bed with me. Or even Jonathan or Bellamy. Charles wasn't even on the list. I could add Alma but I didn't want to make things awkward. It wasn't now but I'm afraid I would. She knows how I feel about Joshua so that why.

I wasn't home the following morning for Charles to come and get his stuff. I spent the whole night with his brother Jonathan. After the hotel we went out to eat. He just got off from work when I called him. It felt weird every time he smiled because it reminded of Charles but it's not like I was starting to like him or anything. This was the second time we met and we had sex both times. We went to McDonald's, WingStop, and Little Ceasar's and back to the hotel room. It was a suite and he didn't want to waste it. We spent the following day together as well. I didn't bother going going to Dave and Busters and they didn't go home til 1am. Alma thought I disappeared again but my mom searched my credit card history.

      And that speaks for itself.

I took a quick shower and got out. Just as I was about to change my phone rings. Displaying Briana's name. "What?" I asked as I quickly put on my underwear and shorts.

      "Open the front door!" Then I hear knocking as I stood quiet to hear anything. "Don't you have keys?" I asked sighing. "If I had it with me I wouldn't be calling you. Hurry. It's snowing." I roll my eyes and walk downstairs with a small microfiber towel to dry my hair. She knocks again. Then she decides to ring the doorbell.

      I stood in front of the front door standing there for a few seconds as it ends. Taking my sweet time as it annoyed me. And she knew it was annoying. I just know it. I unlock it and open the door.

      But it wasn't her. It was that fucking guy. Jade.

      He raises a brow and checks me out. Taking a second more to look at my abdomen. "I kind of got a gay vibe from you. Who you slept with to be here?" He asks. "Excuse me? Who invited you?" He scoffs. "Briana and Tamara."

      "And who do you think lives here?" I ask. He sighs like I was wasting his time. "From the time I've been here Alma, Tamara, Marilyn and Tyler." He answers. "I live it too. It's my house. I invited them to live with me."

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Whatever I don't mind. Welcome." I said moving out the way for him to come in. "It's alright. You didn't invite-"

"Then I invite you. Come in. Hurry my nipples are hard." He looks at them and chuckles. Walking in. I close door and turn to him. "Make yourself at home cracker Imma head up and change." I said as I walk away from him turning red. Heading up.

I quickly change into joggers and a sweater. Charles sweater. One that still smells like his cologne and shampoo.

I walk back downstairs where Jade was. Chilling in the grand living room. I join him. "So when did you transfer to the school?" I asked taking a seat in front of him. "November 3rd. Three days after you pigs blood dumped on you." He says with a grin. "Alma showed me." He says as I roll my eyes. "By the way are you gay or something?" He asks leaning forward. "I'm not gay. I'm bisexual."

"Oh. Okay."

"When were you invited to my house the first time?" I asked. "My first day. Briana and Tamara invited me and I thought it was Alma's place because she displayed a superior presence along with Tyler when I was here." He says leaning back. "So why did you come today?" I asked.

      "Oh shit. I was invited to thanksgiving dinner here. She told me to come early so I can help make breakfast and plan what to make. It was last minute but I could not come if you want." He says just realizing it. "No it's alright. You can join. It's means there's a even amount of people and I hate uneven numbers." I said getting up. "I don't like breakfast but we should start before everyone comes." I said as he too stands up. I lead him to the kitchen. I point at the pantry and he nods his head as I take out the pots and stuff from the fridge. "Why don't you like breakfast?" He questions. "Makes me sick." He says nothing and nods. He hands over the pancake mix.