BFs: Bestfriend or Boyfriend?

16.5 Phone Call

Chapter 16 & ½

            My heart started to race faster, flashing back to my memories of the parties, of him coming over to my house. With my eyes shut, I opened my mouth to let him explore me, as he had done so many times before.

            I came up for a breath, making sure to keep my eyes closed. I liked the darkness, and the feeling he was giving me as kisses were being planted on my neck. I now felt the wall behind me, and his hands went down my back. They finally lingered onto my butt, and I giggled. I almost slipped by saying his name in the giggle. Almost.

            I pushed the thought out of my brain, and somehow found the sides of his head and brought them parallel to mine. His lips didn’t feel right, nor taste the same. They were different. Stop. You’re imagining the difference. I pushed myself so he was now against the wall. I’ve done it a million times with him…with Tony.

            I opened my eyes to see a different guy standing there. I knew it was Jack, but I was hoping that my imagination became reality. That it really was Tony.

            “What?” He asked me nervously when he realized my weight was being shifted off of him. He then glanced behind me and ran his fingers through his hair.

            “Nothing,” I answered, embarrassed with myself. That was horrible, and destructive. I was picturing someone else while I was making out with him. Come on, how low could I get? “Just uh, I didn’t want to get too involved before dinner.” I lied between my teeth. It was a good one for being on the spot. “It would feel wrong sitting with my parents after we went further.”

            He sighed, visibly upset. What, he thought we were just going to have sex with my parents down stairs? I turned around to roll my eyes. I thought that I was the crazy one. Just then, Drew opened the closed door to prove my point.

            “Donna says dinners ready.” Drew said. Who’s Donna? I didn’t feel good, or like eating at all. It was a horrible feeling, coursing through my veins.

            Suddenly there was a hand held out to me, belonging to Jack. I looked at Drew, who had a questioning look on his face. “Bathroom” I said, unsure if anyone actually heard me.  I then exited the room, looking neither one in the eye.

            I opened the door to medium sized bathroom; there were pictures of a young Jack, and his sister playing outside in the mud. They must’ve been in pre-school, and elementary. His smile was the same as it was now. I would’ve smiled back at the young, careless boy, but the feeling hadn’t gone away yet.

            I ran some cold water through my fingers, and took what was left and put it on the back of my neck. The girl who looked back at me in the mirror didn’t look like me. She looked freaked out, more crazed then I usually am.

            Closely, I examined my face, hoping that the old girl would suddenly appear. Finally, I got scared. I found myself dialing a number on my phone, while searching through their cabinets for Advil, anything to take away the feeling.

            “Look who’s callin’. Booty call?” I heard his voice answer on the other line. It was smooth, and calming. I know I should’ve been upset at the booty call reference, but I couldn’t help but feel weights lift off of my shoulders.

            “Yeah, sure Ton. Come to my boyfriend’s house, and meet me in the bathroom.” I whispered to him, giggling. The feeling was slowly leaving.