Dinner

Chapter 14: Selena

The next morning comes way too early as I struggle to keep my eyes open not wanting to wake up. And after several long struggling attempts of trying to just get a few more minutes of sleep in, I call it quits and throw my black and white comforter off of me.

The minute my feet hit the floor, I shudder, taking in the coolness that meets my feet. I am then hit with the cold coming in from the window I keep open every night. Next, I head over to my bathroom, strip down, get in the shower, afterwards brush my teeth, and finally head downstairs to get something to eat. I swear every morning is a legit struggle, especially when I don't know what to eat. I finally settled on blueberry pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

Once I'm done eating, I head back upstairs and decide on an outfit to wear. I come across a grey bra and panty set, a pair of Light grey sweats, a white Nike T-shirt and a pair of black socks. I also slip on some Nike slides.

Over the course of the next hour, I am consumed with thoughts of Jaxton and what happened last night.

Curse him. I casually think to myself.

I become curious as to what he's doing and decide to make a trip over to his house.

On my way over to his house, I turn the radio on and listen to the songs being played over and over again on the same station.

Finally pulling up into his driveway, I noticed a red Nissan parked unproportionally next to his Bugatti.

Strange. I ponder my head for any thoughts of who it could be but nothing comes to mind. Walking up the pathway I notice the front door has been left open.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I assure myself.

Pushing open the door and taking a step inside, my face literally drops at the sight in front of me. On the couch is Jaxton, and sitting on top of him is the plastic barbie doll who had snapped at me at the store. Her hands are wrapped around the back of his neck as she straddles him as if it's her second nature, while his hands are firmly gripping her hips.

As I'm standing there, still undetected, I am rendered speechless, still unable to process what I'm seeing. I pinch myself just to make sure what I'm seeing isn't just a dream. A bad one at that. When I am reassured that it isn't in fact a dream, I mentally have to stop myself from throwing up all over his nice-no ugly ass marble floors.

Now having come to a conclusion that this was in fact all just a game to him, I can't help but to let unregistered words slip from my lips.

"Oh my god. . .," I speak, barely above a whisper but audible enough for anyone around 2 feet away to hear.

Apparently it wasn't quiet enough because Jaxton's head snaps up and when his eyes meet mine, all the color drains from his perfect-no-ugly face and I have to stop myself from overreacting like I tend to do and try to run out of here as fast as I can. But I can't. It's like my feet have been planted in a pot of cement, rendering me not only speech-less but now motionless, as I stand there staring at the guy I had just started to develop actual feelings for. It hurts like a bitch, like someone took a hot branding iron and shoved it down my throat.

Why?

Why would he do some shit like this after what happened last night?

It seems to me like that's the only word that's always in my vocabulary now 'adays. Why?

Then, in the swiftest of movements, he pushes the plastic barbie doll off of his lap; this catches her attention and she snaps her head to me, as complete shock-only to be replaced with utter amusement takes over her ugly ass features.