Oh, My, Addison

Chapter Eleven - Melanie - High Score

note: slight smut? 

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Detention was a bitch.

I couldn't believe Addison dragged me all the way to the principal's office to hand me a detention. Also, she failed to tell the principal that it was her fault that I was late and not going to class in the first place. I decided to leave that part out, because I lowkey felt super bad for not recognizing that Addison was in my math class.

Honestly, I deserved the detention, because I still couldn't believe that I a stupid pair of glasses changed how I looked at Addison. I had to admit, I was checking her out as 'tennis girl' and as 'math girl,' but it never really dawned on me that she was both.

I should've known, they both were quite weird.

But was there a certain part of me that was staying blind? A certain part that didn't flirt with the girl in my math class more because I was already flirting with a tennis girl?

Was my unconscious committing to something that I wasn't consciously aware of?

I shook my head as I tossed my keys on an end table in my house. I glanced at my phone to notice that it was already dinner time so I decided to just make some leftover pasta from the other night.

As I walked over to the kitchen, I wondered what all of this meant then. Was Addison still willing to hook up with me after me being an idiot? Did the kiss mean she still wanted to, or was that just her trap to give me detention?

How come this girl gave me so many questions that lingered in my head?

I opened the fridge to grab the pasta take-out container to microwave. As I shoved it into the microwave, I tapped my hand against the counter in thought.

What was Addison doing right now? Was she at practice still? Was she at home, or with her friends?

And if she was with her friends, were they all laughing about how she gave me detention at this moment? Did her friends know about us?

But what was 'us?'

Why was I dwelling on the idea of us? Was it purely just the idea of getting Addison - of finally ending this chase of whatever the hell we had going on?

It simply couldn't be more, and I wouldn't allow it to be more. Quite frankly, I'm pretty sure Addison wouldn't allow it to be anymore as well. Not that I was worried or not worried about that.

Shut up, Melanie.

The ding of the microwave brought me back to reality as I grabbed a fork from a drawer nearby. I opened the microwave door and grabbed the pasta leftovers but immediately regretted it as my hand was met with hot steam. "Fuck," I murmured as I took a paper towel from nearby to grab it.

I moved it back to the kitchen island and stabbed the food with my fork. I decided against eating it right now so I wouldn't burn the hell out of my mouth. I looked around, wondering why the house was so quiet and decided to check my phone for any messages from my parents.

In fact, there was a group chat with my mom and dad with a text sent a couple hours ago.

Mom: We're going to Florida for a business trip.

Dad: We'll be back next week.

Mom: Deposited money in your back account, call if there's an emergency.

I shrugged and brought a piece of pasta to my mouth to blow on it. My parents were always out on business trips, and quite frankly I didn't mind. At least they worked in the same business together and seemed happy when they went out, who would I get in the way of that?