Filling The Gap...

William

I screwed up. Big time. And what was worse is that I had caused all of it. Why couldn't I leave her alone. This wouldn't have happened had I just stayed with the random girl who had kissed me. But seeing the look on Katie's face when she was so close to us. The thought of her being jealous drove a dangerous hunger inside of me that I just wanted to let out. When I had felt her fingers running through my hair, I had to fight really hard to not fuck her then and there against the wall. I wouldn't have cared if anyone saw us.

She hadn't drunk to much alcohol that I had seen but with me on the stage and the bright lights shining down on me it was hard to keep track. Still not believing that I got up there and performed, wanting her ex to just fuck off and leave us alone. I had never done anything like that in my life, I knew I could sing and my parents had pretty much forced me to learn a musical instrument when I was a child.

I carry Katie upstairs to her room. Her mum looked so disappointed in her. I almost felt bad since this was partly my fault she was like this. I place the takeaway bag of Katie's food that we had the restaurant pack up on her desk. Having not eaten since this morning I knew she would be hungry, wanting to make sure she eats even a bite full before going to bed. It wouldn't be easy. She already told me she hates me, not finding that hard to believe. I wanted her to hate me. It made the way she had looked at me earlier so much easier to deal with. Noises come out of her mouth when I lower her on to her bed, her eyes fluttering open when I move the stubborn strands of hair that fall across her face.

"What are you doing here? Get out."

Yep its going to be a tough night.

"I will once you eat something."

Grabbing the food from her desk.

"I'm not hungry. Now go away."

She pulls the duvet completely over herself as I go to sit back down.

"We both know that's a lie. Now eat some food."

"Fuck off."

Pulling the duvet back I look down at her, her eyes looking everywhere else but at me.

"That's the opposite of fucking off. Don't you think you've done enough? Please just go."

I had done enough. But that didn't mean I didn't still care for her wellbeing. She lifts herself out of her bed and then walks towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Within a few seconds I hear the shower running, laying back on the bed I listen to the sound of water falling on to the floor until it stops.

"So why won't you-you know."

Looking up I watch her walk out of the bathroom just dressed in a plain white shirt. My white shirt. Holy smokes I could cum to that sight alone.

"Why won't I what?"

Her legs bare to me as she slowly walks back over to the bed. She watches me watch her, her hair is still wet and now hanging over her shoulder.