My Girl
Chapter 5

I opened the bathroom door, peeked my head out, and listened for any sound or sign of movement.

Once I was satisfied Caleb was near, I quickly walked out of the bathroom and headed into the kitchen. Jake said he was getting pizza, but I needed something to drink too.

I'm always starved after I got on a run like that.

Concluding that Caleb was in his room, I fixed myself a glass of water and roamed around the small kitchen looking for a snack.

I grabbed a banana and sat down at the kitchen table, eating softly and quietly. I pulled my phone out of my back shorts pocket and started scrolling through it. I'm honestly scared to check the social media apps. I don't feel like seeing messages or remarks about my ex and his new girl. I just don't care and can't be bothered.

Yeah, at first, I was hurt and pissed, but now I realized he didn't really love me like he said he did because if he did, he wouldn't have had sex with another girl.

More than one time.

He kept going back for seconds.

He didn't just want a snack.

He wanted the whole meal, over and over.

The jerk.

Caleb was walking into the kitchen, and I nearly dropped my phone.

Did he need to walk so silently?

I didn't even hear him walking up.

I'm sure my face is bright red right now. I put on makeup, but now I don't think it's enough to hide the fact that I am embarrassed.

Let's just get this conversation over before my brother comes back.

Taking a deep breath, I gently placed my phone on the table and said,” Caleb, let's just forget about what happened. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have um,” I paused, trying to replace the right word.

“Played with that pussy while thinking about me,” he growled, eyes blazing.

No.

Well, yes.

“Yes, basically,” I sighed. “I don't know why I even did it. I'm sorry. Let's just ignore that it happened. It won't happen again.”

“No,” he replied, opened the fridge, pulled out a beer, opened the beer, and took a big sip.

“No?” I asked, shocked.

“No,” he repeated and looked annoyed.

“What do you mean, no?”

“That's not going to work for me,” he shrugged.

“It doesn't matter whether it's going to work for you or not. This is my decision. I won't play with my pussy while thinking of you again.” I snapped, getting frustrated.

“Challenge accepted.”

“Caleb,” I cried, outraged that he was joking like this. This is a dangerous situation and my brother could walk in at any moment. “Be serious.”

“I am,” he snarled, and looked me right in my face. I felt my veins boiling.

“Stop, this isn't a joke.”

“Who's joking?” He asked and cocked an eyebrow.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes,”

“How?”

“By saying the things you are speaking. God, you are my brother's best friend, so of course it's all just jokes, but stop before he walks in here and doesn't let me stay.” I snapped.

“You are right. He is my best friend,” he sighed and tossed his beer bottle into the trash can, a little harder than necessary. The glass shattered loudly and caused me to jump.

I need some air.

“I'm going to run some errands. Tell my brother for me, will you?” I called to his back as he walked out of the kitchen.

He didn't answer me, but at least I know he heard me and will end up telling my brother when he asked.

I run as many errands as I can, thinking of reasons to not go back to the apartment for a while. I shopped and bought a new outfit.

Also, a new matching bra and panty set. I do not know why I wanted that sexy red lace set, but I did, and I just said screw it and picked it up.

I was a server before I moved here. I made a pretty good amount with my tips if I worked the night shift. Drunken men tend to tip a lot more than the sober ones.

I'll need to replace a new job soon so that I can replace my own apartment. The sooner, the better. I'm also going to start school soon. I had taken a year off just to relax.

I worked so hard during school that my GPA was the highest in the entire school. I have plenty of schools willing to give me a scholarship whenever I'm ready to attend.

I procrastinated as long as I could, but I ran out of tasks to do. I'm sure that Jake is back at the apartment with the pizza by now.

We wouldn't be alone, thank goodness. I don't know what's going to happen, but he needs to stop messing around. I realize his joking, and I will not mad about it, but he needs to take things seriously. I shouldn't have done what I did.

I shouldn't have played with myself and came to the thoughts of him having sex with me. I shouldn't have moaned his name, and he should not have been standing by the door the exact moment I did.

It's all a messed up mess. I don't even know what came over me. I have never fingered myself and fantasized about a guy. I either came while having sex or watched porn and made myself come. I never closed my eyes and thought about a man that I knew and then made myself come.

My body is feeling hot just thinking about him and what he said. I know he didn't mean it, but I certainly wished he did.

I honestly do, but I know he doesn't mean what he says. He thinks it's funny that I made myself come thinking about him, and he was already cocky. So what I did probably just went to his head.