I paid a virgin

Chapter 24

Twenty Four

I built you a site!

“Who were you texting?” I asked as I came back from the pantry where the rest of the cupcakes to be displayed are. I notice him texting so much this following weeks. When we were in Gin’s party two weeks ago he excuses himself of calling whoever is texting him. After fifteen minutes, he came back with the hint of anger and frustration in his face. I didn’t persist to know the reason though but kept my mouth shut. But the following days I saw him texting again with intensified rage. Whoever is the sender, he/she succeeded making him angry.

“No one important” he muttered in bored tone.

“So why are you even entertaining the sender then?” I pressed on.

“Can we just end this topic please” he pouted, taking my waist and pulling me closer to him so that he can brush his lips against mine. I responded politely with him; it wasn’t our usual lip-lock but just to spare his feelings I responded. The texting still made me angry at him for keeping something away from me. I know I sounded like a whiny girlfriend for insisting to know everything he is keeping away from you, but the instinct of minding your partner’s business is like a nature itself. 

If you really cared for one another then both can be open and help each other even if the problem is assuming the size of the earth and still swelling –why not we both face it –after all two brains are better than one; the chances to think and rethink options and decisions are likely needed if we wanted our relationship to survive.

I let go of him, going all about cleaning the tables that were recently vacated, picked up used napkins, load the dishes on the tray, wipe the table clean before going back to the kitchen and start washing them, using the time while no customers are demanding your attention to serve them cupcakes and coffee.

My mind however was still in his behavior that I observed ever since Gin’s party. He was nervous somehow that I might find some secrets he was hiding. He tried to cover it by swaying my attention away from questioning him; I played with it by backing away and taking my time to let him decide if he wanted to confess some stuff he did behind my back. I know it was too far in my grasp to get a confession from him, but I was willing to wait for him to open everything that’s bothering him.

Not before long we needed to close the shop and go in separate directions; him to go home to his house while I got to go home to the rest of the Welsh. Mr. doesn’t do much confessing about his father just like the texting issue. I know that he know that I am losing my patient with his cautiousness but I was playing the patient girlfriend while he takes the role of being the secretive one.

He can break up with me anytime he wanted; I told him that for how many times now. It’s unhealthy saying those suggestions but hey no one can blame me for expecting the worst. His dad is a mystery, that one and number two why is he texting and getting all nervous whenever he was done typing whatever is in his mind.

I got a call that night that Trench will be visiting his cousin Austin this weekend, means I am free tomorrow. He will be staying there until Monday and I was like ready to throw an immature tantrum for being far away from my first boyfriend, my first kiss and first touch.

Morning comes and I busied myself cleaning my room, do the towering laundry since Charles, our parents and Mandy will be in the shop again. I immediately sort out the white color first, put them in the wash machine, put some soap before turning the machine on. While waiting for the first batch to be wash, I went upstairs to pick up my scattered books and throw some crumpled papers.

Without even thinking I took my phone bedside my drawer and check if he somehow sent me a text or he tried calling. There was none of course. There were five messages from Hanley asking about what to do with a girl having menstral breakdown. I laughed lightly before texting him what to do. Gosh my best friend is really head over heels with Erin. I can almost picture them in their wedding day. Marty texted me too, telling me she was in beach with Ivan and they are spending the rest of the weekend there. Lucky for them.