Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter fifteen:

-- C H A P T E R
F I F T E E N --

"So, Eric called me today..." Jade said as she took a bite of her pizza. We were in the living room watching some creepy stalker movie that was on Lifetime.

"Yeah?" I reply, taking a bite. "What did you say or do?"

She finishes taking a swig of her water bottle. "I hung up, then cried. He didn't call to apologize." she said bitterly. "He called because he wanted to fuck."

"Ouch," I fake wince. "you'll find someone better, babe. I guarantee it."

A moment silence seeped in as we ate and watched the movie. Then, Jade spoke up. "What was it like?" she asked me.

I knit my eyebrows together. "What do you mean?"

"The kiss," she replied, taking a bite of her third slice of pizza. "with Freddie."

My heart jolts at the memory, and just like that, the overwhelming sensation of his hand on the side of my face ignites the flame, the memory of his lips on mine sending me into oblivion.

"It was good," I replied, shoving my plate an inch away. "really good." I then take a swig of my water.

"Are you going to see him again?" she inquires.

I nod. "Yeah," I place a strand of hair behind my ear. "he wants me to come by his office on Saturday."

She shakes me with her free hand. "He might give you your job back!" she exclaims happily.

I chuckle in response. "I don't think so," I reply. "he fired me because he wanted to get to know me."

"That makes zero sense." she replies.

I shrug. "I know."

"Well, give me all the details when you come home on Saturday," she finally says, finishing up her pizza crust. She then puts the box behind us as we sit in front of the television.

I nod. "I will."

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Later that night, as I lied awake in my bed, I couldn't fall asleep. It wasn't the stress of college overtaking me, but rather Freddie and his confusing statements. I just don't understand him: One minute, he's this abrupt, strict, dominant man -- the next, he's a sweetheart.

I kept thinking about why he wanted to see me on Saturday. It was almost like he had a secret, of some sort. If he did, I wonder if I've been the only one who would know...

I shake the thought out of my head. Surely, I wasn't the only one who knew this man's potential secret. I'm sure there are others.

I attempt to close my eyes once again, and as I start to drift off into a light slumber, my phone vibrates on my nightstand.

I move on my side and grasp it, then click the screen on to see a text from Eric.

What the Hell did he want?

Is this Amanda?

I quickly type out a brief reply.

Yes. Why?

A second later, another text came through.

I'm sure you've heard about what had happened between Jade and I...

Another.

I really messed up and I don't know what to do... I'm sorry for hurting her, I really am.

I roll my eyes. I can't even process how he'd gotten my number. So, I decide to ask.

How did you get my number?

He replied. Then texted again a few minutes after.

Jade used my phone one time to try and call you.

I know you hate me right now, but I really want to fix things with Jade. You're her best friend... You got any ideas?

I type out a reply.

You can start by going to sex therapy.

And then afterward you can fuck off.

After what you did, I wouldn't be surprised if Jade didn't take you back.

The least you could have done was be honest with her. She would have hated you less.

I then begrudgingly put my phone on the nightstand and sigh. I really hope Jade finds someone better...

As I laid in bed, trying to steady myself, the last thing I remember thinking about was Freddie and what awaited me on Saturday.

I just prayed it'd be good...

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