Breaking Free (ManxMan)

Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

(Alan/Sky's POV)

Why? Why is it so hard to pick out a stupid outfit?

Here I am, fresh from the shower after a hard day's work at the hospital, getting ready for the dinner with Chase, which won't be for another hour. I've been standing in my bedroom, frustrated beyond belief because I've been deciding what to wear for an hour already and haven't found anything remotely interesting me. Clothes were strewn everywhere, giving the image of a tornado's aftermath. Shadow laid on my bed, watching me slowly boil in frustration. Mochi was somewhere else, probably gliding around in the living room or something.

I readjusted my bathrobe and threw my hands up, throwing the shirt I had in my hand in the air, only to fall somewhere I didn't care to know. This is insane. Why is it so hard to pick something to wear? I thought I could just grab whatever my hand touched first and put that on, but for some reason, this stupid little voice in my head kept nagging me about my clothes and showing me images of the dinner being a disaster if I wore something wrong. Ugh. Is this how a girl feels like when they're trying to find the right outfits? I salute you girls and your ability to decide what to wear. I don't think I can stand trying to figure a stinking outfit, which I have no idea why I'm so obsessed about. I mean, I don't think Chase would care what I'm wearing and besides, why am I trying to impress him? We're friends. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I can't cross the line beyond and I shouldn't try to. I don't want another romantic relationship to be established, only to have it crushed and burned in front of me. I've been hurt twice, I don't think I can survive a third.

I heard a knock and peered outside of my bedroom in confusion. Who could that be? Rydia's out with that security dude (I'm surprised he lasted this long. He could be the one) and Lydia's with her boyfriend doing lovey dovey things together to strengthen their bond. Ian's studying for a test and has to cram everything into his brain and I know everyone else I can think of is either busy with something or never comes over so that leaves no one in particular. Unless it's Chase coming earlier than he said.

Chase text me the time and what to wear, but nothing else, no matter how much I pestered him with my insistent messaging. All he gave in reply to all of my texts about the dinner is a a little smile icon. Ergh.

I padded to the door, not knowing who it could be. I was too curious trying to figure who it is that I forgot to look through the peephole and instead opened the door to whoever is at the other side. And let me tell you, I regretted it one hundred and fifty percent.

"Hey Sky."

I gaped at the person standing in front of me, giving me a small smile as he hid his hands in his pockets. "J-Jack?"

Jack nods. "The one and only." He looks me up and down with a raised eyebrow, reminding me that I'm wearing only my bathrobe and nothing else. I hugged my form with one hand as I hid my body partially behind the door, wary and very uncomfortable with him being here in front of my home while I'm practically naked underneath the robe.

I glared at him, suspicious and cautious as to why he's here. "What do you want?"

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by." Jack answered with a straight face.

I can clearly see his lie. "Right... well I have things to do so bye!" I pushed the door and was about to close it when Jack abruptly placed his fancy suit shoes between the door and the wall, preventing me from slamming the door shut.

"Wait." Jack pleaded as he pushed the door, trying to widen the gap so he could cram himself inside my home.

"No. Now get your stinking foot out of my door and leave me alone. I don't want to hear from you and unless you have a legitimate reason, which I highly doubt because you clearly lied to me a few seconds ago, I want you to go away." I said as I fought to keep the opening from getting any wider.