CHAPTER TWELVE
KOLBY
I stare wide eyed at Drew.
It's a little after noon, and he's just got back from practice, and then lunch with some of his buddies at the local Mexican joint. He's in some athletic shorts and a cut off, way to cold for the current cold spell we're having.
"Dude I'm not talking about this," I say, for the fifth time in the last three days.
"You so are," he pushes, sounding like a fucking teenage girl.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
Drew runs a fist through his blonde curls, and sighs, "You were practically eye fucking her the entire night! And you two were not quiet in any way shape or form. I had to convince mom that it was just the damn movie you two were watching."
I like my lips. The vision of Indigo, legs wrapped loosely around my hips, eyes closed in pleasure, the soft moans emitting from her pretty little mouth swims in my head. It was not a movie. "That's because it was, Drew. Like seriously, bud, let it go. I've never fucked Indigo, it'd be too weird."
"Bull fucking shit," Drew says, "Indigo is a literal smoke show. Have you seen those tits?"
My face gets hot as Drew keeps talking about Indigo's body. I wanna grab him by the shoulders and shake him, scream at him to shut up. Because yes, I have seen those tits, and yes, I have watched her pretty mouth form my name with me buried in her, and yes, Drew, I know how wet and hot her pussy is.
"Alright!" I bite out, throwing my hands up as I glare at my baby brother, "Yes, okay, you're right. Is that what you wanted to here, asshole?"
Drew flashes me one of those stupid I'm innocent in this situation smile, and nods, "I'm always right."
I grab an apple from the fancy holder thing Mom keeps in the kitchen, and lob one at him. He catches it, smiles again, and takes a huge bite out of it, "Bye."
I watch as he saunters out of the room, and watch as mom strolls in. Sometimes it's hard to remember my mom has four kids, and is in her late forties. She looks like she hasn't aged a day over twenty five. She smiles at me when she sees me perched on a stool.
"Hi baby," she says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and placing a kiss in my temple. I may be a football player, and I may be hell raiser, and I might be fucking my skaters best friend, but my mother is, and forever will be, my ultimate weak spot. I mean she's my mom. I love her.
"Hi Momma," I say back, reciprocating her affection by smacking a kiss on her cheek. "How was work?"
"Fine, I suppose," she answers, but then she gives me this look that makes me fidget in my seat. Her eyes are a little narrowed and her lips have formed a soft smile. Not to big, and yet her teeth are showing. "Kolby."
I rack my mind for things I shouldn't have done within the last few months, and the only thing that really jumps out at me is, well, Indigo. There's really nothing else there, not anything that would cause my mom to lecture me anyways.
I look her up and down, from her toes to her styled hair. "Mom."
"I have a question for you," she says, and lets it linger in the air just long enough for it to get stiff.
I feign innocent to my greatest abilities, shrugging my shoulders, and even going the extra mile as to smile and cross my ankle over my knee, "Shoot."
"Do you have any sort of romantic feelings for Indigo?"
Fuck. What is with everyone lately? Have been shit at hiding my feelings? Is it a mutual thing? Has Indigo been cornered by three people asking the same question? Or is it just something I'm doing? My head begins to spin, and my thoughts begin to spiral. Do I have romantic feelings for Indigo? Yes. Double yes, triple yes, a million and more times yes. Brown eyes, a crooked smile, and the prettiest curly hair flash across my mind.
I swallow my feelings down as I look at my mom. I shrug again, and shake my head a little, "Uh no. That's a negative. Why do you ask?"
Mom laughs. Like actually, literally, for ducking real laughs. She throws her head back and her entire body shakes as her laughter echoes throughout the kitchen.
"What's so funny," I huff.
Mom pats my arm. "Oh, honey." She shakes her head and giggles to herself, "You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't lie to me. I birthed you. I changed your diapers. I held you when you cried about Sunny dying. I know you like the back of my hand."
I lick my lips. Moms right about everything, well, almost everything. I'm not lying to myself. I know i would do anything for Indigo, at the drop of a fucking hat. It's a feeling like no other, having this strong of feelings for someone. I won't call it love, because I don't think that's what it is, at least not yet. It can't be.
I sigh, "I know." I looks up to her, "When did u figure it out?"
Mom laughs a little again, "The boys' party. I'd never seen you react like that to the stuff Greer says before."
I raise a brow. "What stuff? He says stuff to her like that? Like more than what he said?"
"Honey, he's said stuff like, if not worse, their entire relationship. You've heard it before."
I shake my head. No I haven't. Greer and Indigo were always so happy. So stupidly happy and in love. He always called her babe, and brought her chocolate and flowers on the regular. I almost have myself convinced mom's thinking of someone else, when a memory floods my mind.
It's of Indigo, sitting outside one late summer night. She's crying, holding her phone in one hand, and wiping tears away with the other. I can hear another voice, a male voice, echoing from the phone. "You're nothing but a worthless fat bitch. Nobody would ever even wanna fuck you anyway. So go ahead, leave. See how much I care." Laughter erupts from the line, just as a new round of tears fall from Indigo's eyes.
Anger crowds my vision. "Mom," I say quietly.
"I know," she answers, "There's nothing you can do about it now."
I stand up, pushing away from the counter. "Sure I can. I'll break the bastards jaw, so he can't ever say shit like that ever again — to anyone."
Mom grabs me by my hair, which hurts so bad. Especially as she practically drags me back to the counter. "Although I think that's very heroic of you, I don't think Indigo would like that much. That's something she needs to be okay with, Kolby."
"But Mom, he can't jsit say those things —."
Mom shakes her head, and gives me her official I'm your mom, so as I say look, "No." She takes a deep breath, and then makes shooing motions with her hands, "Now go home."
Although still angry, I fake pout, "Are you kicking me out?"
My own mother nods, "Yes." And then she gestures to the stairs, "Your dad got me a new vibrator for Christmas and I've been dying to try it out —."
"Ah! Mom! Stop!" I scramble out of the kitchen, and leave the house listening to the echoes of my mom's pretty laugh, and envisioning my dad gifting her such a thing. Bleh. Gross.
• • •
Indigo won't answer my texts. It's been almost a week since I've seen or even heard from her. I've sent her at least ten actual texts, and even more funny memes. And still, all I have gotten back in return is radio silence. It's driving me kind of crazy. All I've done these last few days is struggle through early morning practices, study my ass off, and then lay in bed, trying my hardest to sleep, only for my intrusive thoughts to convince me God awful things. Like that Indigo's sleeping with another guy, or that she's totally over me, or that she regrets everything we've done. But that can't be it, I keep reminding myself. She started her internship a few days ago, so I'm sure that her drive there and back, with the hours she spends there, plus class hours, plus studying and homework, plus sleeping a good eight hours, keeps her too busy. To even send a laughing emoji. Right?
I groan and open my phone for the fifteenth time in the last two minutes, clicking on the message app, and then on Indigo's name, at the very top. The latest message I've sent her says unread, and not replied too: HOW DOES SOME FOOD SOUND? Sent damn near an hour ago.
I sigh, and click back, this time opening up Sadie and I'd text thread.
KOLBY: WHAT U 2 DOIN? B'S GONE
Almost immediately, she texts me back.
SADIE: WATCHING AFV
SADIE: I MADE FOOD
KOLBY: OMW
I shoot a quick text to the group chat with myself, Braden, Colton, and Reid, telling them I'm going to Sadie's, and that I'm locking the door behind me. Hopefully at least one of them has their key. I pay my coat pocket as I put it on, making sure mine is where it's supposed to be. It is, so I grab my truck keys, shut off the lights, and head out into the driveway. Our driveways pretty small, at least for all the vechiles we collectively have. I just have one that keep here, my other truck stays at mom and dads, but then Braden has two, a car he's had since he was sixteen, and his newest purchase, a mustang. Colton drives a Jeep Wrangler, and then Reid has two Toyota Corolla's, each on their last leg. So my truck is the one stuck parked half on the road, and half in our yard.
The engine roars to life when I turn the key, and it idles underneath me. I've had good ole Sue since I was fifteen. It's safe to say I'm emotionally attached to her, too.
I ease her into drive, and make the short trip to my sisters. When I get there, I park, and head to the front door. I raise my hand to knock. I learned my lesson the hard way to always knock first — seeing my sister with a dudes dick her mouth had not been a good sight.
The door swings open about two seconds later, and I'm met with the person I had actually came here to see. Expect, instead of the smile I've become so accustomed too, she glares at me.
"What are you doing here?" Indigo asks, standing in the door way. Her arms are crossed over her chest.
I frown. "I'm here to hangout."
I step forward to try and walk past her, put she digs her finger into my chest, keeping me an arms length away from her, and the door.
"You have your own friends to hangout with."
"What is this Indigo," I ask. I'm completely and utterly confused. We were literally just fucking.
She sighs, and runs a hand over her face, before finally stepping back, allowing me entrance. I don't move, "Hey, come on, tell me."
She only looks at me, "Inside or out, Bradford."
I flinch at the coolness of her tone. I almost just turn and walk back to my truck, but Sadie pokes her head around the corner, and waves me in. "She's not kidding, the heat bill is over the roof right now."
I step into the lioness's den unknowingly.
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