Free Not Looking for Love: Episode 3 by Lena Bourne Page B

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    "Just go, Scott, I'll be fine," I whisper, because it doesn't sound like something he'll just get out of. And I really don't want his brother storming in here.  
    "Fine," Scott says, and I'm not sure he's talking to me or Mike.
    "You're sure?" he asks after he hangs up.
    I nod and run my hand under his shirt, tracing one of the wider grooves with my fingers. "Today's Sunday, right?"
    "Yeah."
    "So I should go back to school today anyway," I say and move to sit up, but he's still holding me too tightly.
    "I can take you, later," he says. "I'll be back by five at the latest."
    "It isn't a problem. I'll just take the train," I say. "There's one at noon, I think."  
    "So, you're just gonna go?" he asks, sounding very young.
    I lace my fingers with his across my belly. "I'll call you tonight and tomorrow, and on Wednesday and on Thursday, and then maybe on Friday, and you could come down for the weekend."
    He kisses the top of my head. "Maybe I can come down for the weekend tomorrow already," he says and chuckles.
    "That would work too." I crane my neck up to smile at him. His eyes are light blue in this light, and I could probably just stare at him all day today.
    "And now I should get ready before Mike comes," he says and slides his hand down the side of my face, running his thumb across my lips.  
    I watch him get dressed, fighting the urge to tell him not to go after all. Especially after he takes off his shirt, and all I want to do is run my tongue across his rippling stomach.
    He disappears into the bathroom for a bit, then he's lacing up his shoes and zipping up his jacket. Soon I'll be all alone again, and it's still hours before my train leaves.
    "You won't just disappear again?" he asks with his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed.
    "No," I say looking straight into his eyes, willing him to know I'm telling the truth. Because the way I see it now, he's going to have a very hard time getting rid of me ever again.
    He nods, and strides out, and I'm not sure he believed me, but I hope he did, and I wish I didn't have to go back to school.  
    I wrap the comforter around my shoulders and go to the window. He comes out of the alleyway a few moments later and walks around to the other side of the same car he picked me up in. He looks up at me as he opens the door, and our eyes lock. I wave, but he doesn't seem to notice, or at least he doesn't wave back, and then he climbs in and he's gone. And now, I'm sure he's really glad I told him to go and decided to leave for school. And he won't pick up when I call tonight, or ever again.
    I shake my head as though that will get rid of the terrible thought, but obviously it doesn't.  

    "You're still here?" Janine shrieks just as I open the apartment door to leave.
    I take a step back and let go of the door, but she holds it open staring at me like she wants an answer.
    "Yes," I say, my voice too shaky to say anything more.
    "But you're leaving now? Good." She brushes past me into the apartment.  
    "Scott's not here," I say to her back.
    "I know," she yells back. "I just came to get my mom's dishes."
    I'm not entirely happy with how comfortable she is with Scott. I'd prefer it if she called first, before just barging in from now on.
    "Bye, then," she says, standing at the entrance to the main room and glaring at me.
    But she is Scott's best friend, and she was really nice to me once, so I won't have her hating me now.  
    "Can't we just be friends?" I ask for lack of anything better to say. I sound like I'm about twelve.
    "No, we can't," she says, her elbows jutting out from her hips. "Scott may be all stupid about you right now, letting you stay here after what you did to him, but I'm not fooled. You'll just do the same thing all over again, because you're one of those people who can't appreciate what they've got."
    "What?" I say, my jaw actually dropping open, but I can't stop it. "You don't know anything about me. You can't talk to me that way."
    "And if you hurt him