Twelve Boyfriends

Chapter 15

This guy knows where it's at.

He doesn't sugarcoat things like dentists do when they're about to rip half your face off. 

"Will it hurt?"

"No, sweetie. Not at all. You'll barely feel a pinch."

LIES.

He tells the truth, and that's what i like about him.

"Thanks again for letting me stay here. I really appreciate it." I thank him again. 

"Don't worry about it. Why don't you go get ready for bed? I mean, none of us are really going to sleep yet, but that way you can relax."

"Okay, sure." I get off the guest bed, and grab my car keys from my purse. "I'll be right back. I'm just gunna go grab some clothes and things from my car."

"Why don't I come with you?" He quickly interjects. "It's creepy outside my house at night. Our yard lights are broken right now, so it's really dark."

"Okay, thanks." He jumps up from the guest bed, and walks me out to my red convertible. I'm so lucky to have a sweet ride like this. I saved up alot of money for this bad boy. Just kidding, my Mom's ex bought it for me. Sort of a sorry-things-didn't-work-because-i-cheated-on-your-mom kinda gift. I wouldn't have taken it, but it was brand new, and come on. Who can turn that down.

"Whoo." Jay whistles. "She's a beauty." He whispers as he slides his hand across the shiny red vehicle.

"Bleck."

"what?' he asks.

"Why do guys always say that? I know it's supposed to be a compliment to women. Like, women are beautiful, so any beautiful object should further be declared feminine, but why? I mean, It feels kinda discriminating to me."

"Sorry. I'm just a sucker for cars." He says.

"Maybe we can take a ride together sometime." I say as i grab a bag of stuff from the trunk.

I guess i caught him off guard, because he lookes up from the car.

"Yea, yea sure. That'd be fun." He smiles.

I don't want to take things too fast with Jay. He seems like a really good friend.

The lifelong friend.

Just as I'm walking back to the house, i remember who brought me to the party in the first place. 

Peter.

Where did he go? I haven't seen him since he left with that one guy. I can't believe he blew me off. I think I'm gunna call him tonight. I thought he invited me to the barbecue to hookup or something, but i guess he really did only want me to makie more friends. Even if that's true, He should've stuck by me like i assumed he would. I know assumptions are bad, but he should have stuck with me. He invited me to the stupid party in the first place, and i didn't know anyone there. He could have at least stayed with me for the first 20 minutes.

Just now, I come back to Earth.

"Maia....Maia!" Just as things come back into focus, I see Jay waving his hand in front of my face.

"What! What happened!?" I sit straight up, just to have a blinding ray of light shoot me straight in the eyeball.

"Ahh!" I squeal, and jerk the covers back over my head.

"Mom, get out of my room. I want to sleep longer." 

I hear sexy laughter, and pop up from the covers. Jay stands in front of me, chuckling.

"What?" I say, agitated.

"You do that thing."

"What thing?"

Then i see Dee and Selene pop up on the other side of the bed, cracking up. "You do do that thing!"

"What thing!??!??!?!" I demand to know what is so funny about me waking up.

Selene and Dee run out of the room cracking up, leaving me and Jay alone.

"You do that thing that old people do. Where they wake up from a deep sleep, not knowing where they are and stuff."

I chuck a pillow at his face.

"That's called amnesia, dufus."

"Ooh." He sucks in a breath. "You are not a morning person."

"How can i be a morning person when as soon as i wake up everyone is staring down at me and making fun of me for 'doing what old people do'?" 

"Good question. I'm sorry. You're just so funny when you wake up. It's like you're asleep for a thousand years and then you wake up not knowing what time it is, what day it is. You know."

"You think it's funny, but it's really scary. I wake up all the time feeling like I'm late for something. Late for school. Late for softball practice. Everything."

"You play softball?"

Out of everything i just said, all he got was that i play softball.

"Wow. I can already tell that you're a fantastic listener."

"I know. I have major skills. So you play softball?"

"No, i just go to the practices and refill the water jug every half an hour." I say sarcastically.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He says.

"Actually, no. I woke up on the right side. You should know. You were standing there." I get out of bed, and go through my bag. Then i sit up, and stare at him expectantly.

"What?" He asks.

"I need to change." 

"Oh, right. I'll be downstairs if you need me. Pancakes are on the table." Finally, he leaves the room. 

I rush over to my phone, and grab it off of the dresser.

No missed calls.

The dial tone beeps, and he picks up.

"Hello?" Peter's loud, groggy voice vibrates through my eardrum.

"Ouch! Learn to keep your voice down." I say, jerking the phone away from my ear.

"What's up?" he asks.

"What's up? Whats up??" 

"Uh oh."

"Yeah, UH OH."

"Maia, let me explain!" He cuts in, thinking that i'm going to hang up the phone.

"If you think I'm gunna hang up, I'm not. I wanna stick around to hear what explanation you have."

"I know what you're angry about." 

"Oh, do you?" I prefer smart-ass over nice. It's more fun.

"Yes, I do. You're frustrated because i left you all by yourself at that party."

"Yea, I am. When are you going to get to the explanation part? I was almost raped last night and i need comfort food."

"What?!?"

"You heard me. I spent the night at Jay's house."

"WHAT?" 

"Why don't we meet at Java Joe's for breakfast. You buy. Then we can both explain everything to each other, as friends do." 

"Okay. Meet you there in a half an hour?"

"Perfect."