Charlie and I had sex. It wasn't great but it wasn't bad. He wasn't Jeremy but there was something else. It was just under the surface. It was something I couldn't place but I was happy. Charlie was asleep in my bed when my phone rang. My roommate, in her most annoying self, ran to grab the phone while I laid in bed with Charlie.
"It's for you" she hollered loudly.
She knew it was for me, it was my phone. Bitch.
"One second," I said scowling. I got out of bed and walked over to the phone. "Hello," I asked.
It was Jeremy. "Hey, beautiful."
Damn. I had forgotten about Jeremy.
"Hey, how are you?" I asked, fully aware of the direction this conversation was going to lead.
"I'm good but I miss you. You still with that loser?" he asked me.
"And what if I am?" I asked.
"I'd say that you downgraded and give you an opportunity to rectify your mistake." his confidence oozed from him.
"Is that right?"
"You bet your beautiful ass it is, why don't you come over and I can prove to you how much I miss you," he said sexily.
"I can't, he's here in my bed right now. You had your chance and you made your choice." I said flatly.
"I know. It was the wrong choice. I see that now. Leave him there and come to me." he said.
I admit his confidence was a major turn on. "Let me think about it," I said.
"Don't think too long beautiful. I'm lonely without you in my bed and I have big plans for you when you get here. You won't be able to walk straight for a week when I am done with you. It will be punishment for getting me jealous. Hurry up and head over here. I'll be waiting." He hung up the phone and I hung up on my end.
My roommate had heard everything because she is a nosey bitch. "Oh my God! you are so lucky. Go, I'll cover for you if he wakes up," she said.
I looked over at Charlie. I knew that Jeremy thought that I was with Randy but that didn't bother me. What bothered me was how willing roommate was to "cover for me" I knew she liked Charlie from the first time she saw him. She wanted me to leave so she could wake him up and tell him that I left to see another man. She was scheming and I didn't trust her.
"I think I'm going to pass," I told her.
"Is this one that good?" she asked? "I thought Jeremy was the king in the sack?"
"He is," I said.
"Is Jeremy better?"
"No buts...you go with the better sex period. Call him and tell him you are coming over." her adamant way of speaking to me left me feeling that something was amiss. There was something off and I didn't like it one bit.
"I'm done with that guy, good sex or not. I'm with Charlie now and he may not rock my world the way Jeremy did but there is something special about Charlie and I am not going to throw it away for Jeremy." I said flatly. I wanted her to know that the conversation was over. We were done with it.
I, not so rudely (well maybe a little rudely), ended our conversation and crawled back into bed with Charlie. He pulled me into him and I felt...safe.
The next morning when I woke up he was sitting there and smiled down at me.
"I have to go," he said.
"Ok," I said but I couldn't leave it like that. "So, what are we? I know there's someone else you are interested in. If you want I could help you make the connection. You just need to..."
He cuts me off "Wait. Let's clear something up right now. There is no one else that I am interested in. Katie was talking about you when she made that comment. I knew this would come up one day. You took a long time to ask. For the record, and to clear up any misunderstandings...I'm interested in you and only you. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked.
I was stunned. I had never in a million years thought that she was talking about me when she made the comment. In hindsight, I suppose the wink might have given it away.
"Me?" Stupid question.
"So...what are you saying?"
"I'm saying if you would like to be my girlfriend that would be cool."
My heart fluttered like a little girl on Christmas. He wasn't romantic in his gestures but there was something about the way that he said that that made me feel happy.
"Sure. I'll be your girlfriend but you know I have a reputation."
"I've hung out with you for 2 weeks now. I'm well aware of your well-deserved reputation." He said smiling.
Well deserved huh? Asshole.
"If you know it is so WELL DESERVED maybe you should reconsider your position."
"Nope. I know what I want and I am willing to take you as you are. You are enough for me just the way you are."
Jaw on the floor. Drool. A loss for words. Oh boy.
"Ok? So that's a yes?"
"Great" he plants a kiss on my lips. "I'll see you later, babe."
Babe! Did he just call me babe? How do I feel about this? It doesn't seem to bother me.
"See you later...BABE." I throw a little sass into my reply. If he doesn't like it than I have my answer.
"Sounds good, should I just come here or do you want to meet at the Gazebo?" he asked.
He was unphased by my comment. Unphased. I.Don't.Know.What.Is.Happening.
"Here is good."
"OK, see you later...BABE!" he said with a wink. A wink. Bastard. Sexy, beautiful, lovely bastard. Ah, fuck. I think I have a problem.
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