Safe

Chapter 13

Impulse. It was all impulsive.

Lying in bed, I turn on my laptop to see what homework I needed to finish before Wednesday. After what had just happened, I wasn't going to go out now. Therefore, I might as well do what I do best. Work.

By the time Wilson left, I had rejected his offer. 

I know that whatever happened was electric, and there was absolutely something there, but that's not for me to figure out or worry about. Wilson is nice, good-looking, and successful, but that wasn't enough for me to lose myself in that... that trance. 

My body itself is still trying to recover from what happened, and I'm still shaking from having been so close to him.

I can't concentrate!

My messages start to light a fire on my screen as it updates all the messages from my phone. Without a second thought, I automatically reach out to the one person I know I can talk to here. Ashley.

Me: Ashley. I need you. ASAP.

Ashley: What is it?! What happened? Where are we meeting?

Me: My place? I don't know if I can go anywhere right now.

Ashley: See you in 20!

Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Ashley will be here any minute, and honestly, I don't know what to say to her that won't make this seem like I'm a hoe. I'm not. I'm loyal. I am. But my fucking hormones say otherwise.

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On the dot, Ashley starts to bang on my door, and I'm flying out of my bed clothed in PJs to greet her. Since this morning, I have changed into something comfortable to express the distress I am in. 

I don't know if this is unhealthy, but it is what it is.

Swinging the door open, Ashley appears to hold a pint of ice cream and barges in, "Alright, where are your spoons."

By that time I can answer, she's has already made her way into the kitchen, unhinging all my drawers to find the spoons, "Ash, it's not a breakup," I laugh as I walk towards her.

"Oh? What is it then?" Opening the pint of ice cream, she makes herself comfortable on the counter in my kitchen.

Grabbing the extra spoon she pulled, I dig into the cookies and cream ice cream and sigh, "Wilson came over earlier and asked me to go to LA with him," still not looking at her, I put the scoop inside the ice cream and continue, "I said no, obviously. I'm still here," digs into pint again, "But the WAY he asked me...," eats, "I was literally about to throw myself onto him!"

Judging by the look on Ashley's face, she's at a loss for words when I dig my spoon into the pint again, this time taking out a larger scoop, "Ash. If you're going to stare at me like that, Blake would need to be here too," I laugh.

"I'm sorry. This is more than I thought..." still dumbfounded.

"Yeah, he... is really something."

"He really asked you to go to LA with him. How close was he?! Show me." Throwing her arms out so I can show her.

I take my spoon and her spoon, raising them, mimicking the position Wilson, and I were just in, "Real close," Keeping the spoon at a length I felt we were at, and let me tell you, there wasn't a lot of space.

"Shit."

"Mhm."

"Judging by the way he came on to you in such a short amount of time, do you think Wilson is a player? Who does that at this age if they aren't looking for something polytonic, right?" Ashley stares past me. Her eyes squinted together into deep thought.