Toxic: A Sociopath Novel

Chapter 13

I was awoken the next day byChristopher climbing into the bed with me.My eyes flung open in the direction of the door, remembering that I had locked it. Hetook off the entire door knob! I reachedacross to smack him in the arm and he criedin pain. I sat up to look at him and thenfigured out exactly where he went last night.I couldn't stop staring at it, the newink that lay on his bicep. It was our date,bordered by a red patch and some residuefrom where he had bled. It wasn't the besttattoo, and that's how I knew Brad was theartist behind it."Why would you go and dosomething dumb like that?" I asked."I wanted to prove my love anddedication to you.""That's permanent, you know! It'snever coming off!" Christopher smirked atme with an 'obviously' look on his face."Lay down so I can hold you." Hecommanded."No, we're broken up.""No we're not LeighAnn, you're justcrazy." I huffed in his direction. "I'm crazy?" I started. "You don'twant me getting upset about you wantinganother girl, but you stormed off when Iwent as far as to just speak to another guy."Christopher sat upright."Let me explain something to you,"he began. "There's a difference between agirl flirting with me, and me flirting with agirl. Girls tell me all the time that I'mhandsome, and I chose to ignore them. I dohave to talk to them because of school andwork, and work and flirting are different. Ifwe're being honest here, guys at school talkall the time about how attractive you are,with your velvet red hair, nice body, andgorgeous hazel eyes, and I choose to ignorethem, because at the end of the day, I haveyou, and for some reason, you don't see itthat way.""I should be allowed to have guyfriends.""You have a lot of them but Williamisn't your friend. He wants you, the way I want you." Christopher grabbed my faceand then our lips were locked. We werelying on the bed, his big, sweaty bodyhovering over me. It only took a fewseconds for the rest of our bodies to touchand suddenly, we were at it again, thatsexual healing, the sensation of beingwanted, the craving of his love,Christopher's love, a feeling like no other.He finished quick and I pushed himoff of me, hurrying back into my clothes,trying to ignore the fact that we wereunprotected. I looked at Christopher. Hewas sitting with his back towards me,running a hand through his blond locks."What if I want other guys to wantme?" Christopher stood up to face me. Ididn't look at him."So, you don't egg them on.""What if I want too?""You're in a relationship. You'resupposed to ignore other guys who chaseyou." "As a supportive boyfriend, you'resupposed to let me talk to whoever I want,flirtatious or not.""Is..." Christopher hesitated. "Is thatreally how you think a relationship works,LeighAnn?" I looked at him with a halffrown-half-smile and shrugged my leftshoulder at him. He smacked his teeth thenhung his head in shame. He slid on hisextra-large gym shorts and threw on arandom tee shirt from the floor. He wassurprisingly more calm then expected as heshuffled out of the bedroom and to thefront door. I quietly followed behind him,watching him leave the door wide open andmake his way down the steps. I waited untilI heard the pathfinder door close beforelocking the door to the apartment.I grabbed the t.v. remote on my wayto the couch and turned to the moviechannel where '10 Things I hate About You,'one of my favorites, was on. It was the part of the movie where Kat, the main characterread a poem aloud to her class:"I hate the way you talk to me, andthe way you cut your hair. I hatethe way you drive, and I hate it whenyou stare. I hate your big dumbcombat boots, and the way you readmy mind. I hate you so much it makesme sick, it even makes me rhyme. Ihate the way you're always right, Ihate it when you lie. I hate it whenyou make me laugh, and even morewhen you make me cry. I hate it whenyou're not around and the fact youdidn't call, but mostly, I hate the factthat I don't hate you, not even close,not even a little, not even at all."My eyes started watering during thepoem, and by the end, I was a full stream.She spoke beautiful words and for the firsttime, I found myself relating to them. I loveChristopher, and it took an unknown celebrity to finally realize that I need a manto provide for me.I walked into the bedroom to fetchmy phone, the strong scent of sex smackingme in the face. It only took a few seconds toget over the smell, and I was successful incapturing my cell. I dialed Christopher butimmediately got his voicemail. I tried a fewmore times before giving up.I couldn't help but to think that I blewit, so I decided to try my luck with the nextbest thing."Hey." Text message sent: toWilliam.