Previously: “Is Quentin the only guy who’s had you?” Cory asked me. “Are we still hanging out today?!” Madison shouted towards me. “No! God Madison just…ugh! Leave me alone!” I shouted at her forcefully. “Let’s face it Cory, none of this would be happening, Madison wouldn’t be how she is, if it wasn’t for you,” I told him. “And what was I suppose to do? Tell her something that at the time, I didn’t believe in?” Cory questioned sharply. Then suddenly I felt as though a weight was pressed against my chest as I put two and two together. He was really mad when he drove off...and he hasn't had sex in two weeks...what if he does something out of anger and built up sexual frustration...? God, why am I so stupid sometimes? Maybe I should call and apologize...
Chapter 44
Quentin and I sat at the top of his bed, side by side against the pillows as Fred sat at the end. “Just call him,” Quentin pushed as I looked down at my phone, sitting patiently on my lap. I sighed and nodded my head. Come on Isyss, don’t be a punk.
I scrolled down until I reached Cory’s name on the contact list and pressed send. I started getting nervous as I brought it to my ear. What do I say, “Hey sorry for acting like a total bitch”? Quentin and Fred stayed perfectly quiet as I continued to hear it ring.
My nerves died down when I realized he wasn’t going to answer soon. I hung up and tried his number again, but still no answer. I suddenly began going over all the reasons he could have for not answering.
Maybe he’s already with someone? Maybe he’s just ignoring my calls? Or maybe’s he’s still driving and doesn’t want to talk while doing so…yeah, maybe that’s it.
I hang up and throw my phone on the bed. “So I guess he didn’t answer?” Quentin questioned the obvious. I didn’t even have the humor to give a smart-aleck remark…sad huh? It’s just, this whole situation with Cory is making me realize how much I like the guy. Just thinking about him being with another girl is starting to piss me off.
I’m pissed off at the fact that I screwed everything up. I’m pissed off because just when Cory and I were becoming closer, I had to open my big mouth and say some nonsense. I’m pissed the fuck off because I like Cory a lot more then I realized.
I mean look at me, I’m suppose to be having a fun hang out with one of my best friends, yet I’m sulking over one stupid argument I had with him. And yes, I know that I’m responsible for it but come on! This isn’t me!
The old Isyss Dulay wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass if she angered some guy. This old Isyss is independent. This old Isyss accepts the fact that she can’t please everyone and is okay with it.
The old Isyss wouldn’t be sitting here staring at her phone, hoping that some guy would call so she can apologize to him. The old Isyss d*mn sure wouldn’t be questioning her love for some gu—wait….did I just say the L.O.V.E. word?
Hold on, do I….do I love him? No! Of course not! I mean, it’s….it’s only been what, three weeks since I realized I liked him? It’s too early to love him, or anyone for that matter! Right?
Right! I’m right! Right? No, of course I am! Psh, tsk, psh, tsk! This whole thing is crazy! It’s way too soon to be dropping the L Bomb! And plus, I think I’d know if I were in love…right? For instance, if I were in love, I’d be thinking about Cory twenty-four-seven right? And-and-and I’d be wondering what he’s doing all the time right?
And, and wondering if he’s thinking about me thinking about him thinking me, you know? So ha ha, there’s NO WAY I’m in love…I think…no! I know! Because I know things and this is one of the things I know, you know? Ugh…I’m losing my mind…
I covered my face with my hands as my thoughts began to overflow. Quentin put a comforting arm around my shoulders. I heard Fred snort, causing me to remove my hands and look up at him. “I don’t see how you guys do it,” he said with a sly smile and a shake of his head.
I looked at Quentin, who looked at Fred in confusion. “Do what?” he asked him. Fred gestured between Quentin and I with his hand.
“This, being friends after dating,” Fred explained.
I rolled my eyes as Quentin shook his head. We were always getting asked these kinds of questions whenever someone found out we use to date. It amazes me how everyone gets so astonished and at awe at the fact that we’re bestfriends now.
“I can’t even imagine being bestfriends with any of my exes,” Fred continues.
Quentin snorted. “That’s because you hate all of them,” he acknowledged.
Fred chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. “Which is why they’re my exes,” he replied back.
I rolled my eyes again. This is the typical reaction we receive. “Seriously guys, isn’t it weird? Especially since you two were intimate. I know every time I come across an ex of mine that I use to have sex with…flashbacks begin,” Fred explained as he went into a daze. He licked lips as a small smile appeared on his face while he took a trip down Memory Lane.
I sighed and snapped my fingers to get his attention. After my third snap, I caught his attention. “It’s only weird if we make it weird. And besides, we were friends before we started dating,” I tell him.
Quentin nodded his head. “Yeah, we don’t have those kinds of feelings for each other anymore so there’s no weirdness,” he added.
I nodded in agreement with his statement, but Fred still seemed confused. “But what about when you guys hug? I know that’ll bring up some steamy memories…” he trailed off while shaking his head, as if to get his thoughts together.
Quentin and I looked at each other, hoping the other would answer. I honestly never thought anything of it whenever Quentin and I hugged…until now. Quentin must be thinking it over too as he slowly removed his arm from my shoulder and I eased a small distance away from him. Damn that Fred for bringing this up…
There was silence until we heard someone call Fred’s name, to which he answered back yelling that he’s coming. He stood from the bed and stretched. “Well I applaud you guys seriously. You must have a very strong friendship if you can just brush off something like that. Anyway, see ya’!” he called before heading towards the door and leaving out the room.
Quentin quickly hopped off the bed and headed towards the television. “Haha, that Fred is something else huh?” he asked with a nervous laugh, his back to me.
I nodded, although he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, haha, he’s…something,” I replied back, lying on my stomach and looking towards the t.v.. I watched as he put a disc into the DVD player and grabbed the remote.
He turned off the lights before joining me on his bed, like we do every time we have a hangout; talk and watch movies, the only light glowing from the television screen. He laid on his stomach next to me, but left more space than necessary.
We looked at each other and gave small, hesitant, smiles before quickly turning towards the screen that was a distance away. Stupid Fred with his stupid questions…
The movie started and I groaned in frustration. “Ugh, To Be Killed?” I questioned in disgust at his movie choice. To Be Killed is a very popular action comedy movie that came out last year. It’s about spy whose mission is to kill a beautiful woman.
When the agency realized he couldn’t follow through with it because he fell in love with her, they soon turned him into their target. So throughout the movie, there are things getting blown up, people getting shot at, funny scenes, and romance. In the end, good guys win, bad guys lose…big freaking surprise.
Quentin chuckled and nodded his head. “This is my favorite movie of all time, don’t deny me a chance of happiness,” he whined. I laughed and looked towards him, only to see him looking at me with a puppy dog face. My smile slowly faded as I remembered that’s the same face he’d use when we were dating. He used it whenever he wanted his way, and it always worked.
I soon find myself looking at Quentin; I mean really looking at him. I couldn’t help but compare him to Cory. They both have completely different features and characteristics. Quentin’s eyes are a dark brown, seeming mysterious and intriguing while Cory’s eyes are a lighter brown sharing a more sexual and deep connection to whomever he looks at. I’ve always thought Cory’s best feature were his eyes.
When he looks at you, he can make you feel as though you’re the only person in the room; they almost hypnotize you into a trance, making you feel nothing but “like” towards him.
When Quentin looks at you, it seems like he knows your deepest darkest secrets, like he can tell when you’re lying or something…I don’t even know how to describe them. I notice Quentin’s face slowly contort to regular as he stared back at me.
I see his eyes look over my entire face. When they landed on my lips, he quickly looked away and cleared his throat. I blinked a few times before remembering what I was just thinking. D*mn that Fred. “Let’s uh, let’s get this movie started!” Quentin yelled with enthusiasm, trying to ease the mood…but failing. I gave a shy smile and nodded my head.
He pressed play and we both turned our attention towards the t.v.. Every now and then, I couldn’t help but look at Quentin out the corner of my eyes, wondering if what Fred said is getting to him as much as it’s getting to me. The movie continued for a while but I was barely paying attention. I snuck another glance at Quentin, and saw he had looked at me also. Our eyes met for no more than a second before we swiftly looked away.
Ugh, I hate this. “Okay, is what Fred said bugging you as much as it’s bugging me?” I ask him. He sighed and laid his forehead down on the bed.
“God yes,” he admitted. I smiled, happy I wasn’t the only one.
“But we shouldn’t let what he said get to us, ya’ know?” I told him. He raised his head and nodded.
“Right, because we ended everything on good terms,” he stated while turning back to the screen. I nodded and looked at the screen also.
“Right, we don’t need to bring up something that’s already put away,” I finished. He nodded in agreement, then the only sound was the audio of the movie.
“Because then it’ll make things weird between us,” Quentin added, not taking his eyes from the screen.
I nodded. “Yeah, and we’ve already settled everything so there wouldn’t be weirdness,” I replied, to which he nodded. We grew quiet again. “And we shouldn’t even let what Fred said interfere with how we finished…us,” I told him after a while.
“Exactly…exactly,” Quentin agreed with a head nod. I nodded again and we grew quiet again. “Besides, we don’t think of each other in that way anymore,” he commented after a moment of silence.
“Right right, true true,” I agreed with him. We grew quiet again and continued watching the movie. “I mean, you’re one of my bestfriend,” I explained while looking at him. He looked at me and smiled.
“And you mine,” he agreed. We both nodded. He snorted. “And what was he saying about us hugging?” he asked with a dry laugh.
I chuckled as well. “Yeah, we can hug, right?” I asked.
He nodded. “Of course! That’s what friends do,” he informed me.
“Right! And we’re friends,” I tell him. He nod.
“Agreed,” he answered simply. I sat up and held out my arms, proving that we can hug. “So can I get a hug from my bestfriend?” I asked him. He sat up and laughed.
“Why not?!” he stated while hugging me.
I wrapped my arms around his abdominal, as he did mine. We stayed in the hug longer then natural. He pulled away, but not releasing me from our embrace.
I studied his face as he did mine, only inches away from each other. When our eyes met, it was almost like someone pushed us towards each other, allowing our lips to connect with force. The kiss was strong and powerful, almost like someone pressed fast forward.
We were kissing with so much determination, I couldn’t pull away. Quentin’s hands ran under my shirt and pulled it off, I didn’t stop him. I reached for his shirt and did the same, urgently pressing our lips together again, our tongues intertwining as if trying to tie a knot.
I lay on my back, as Quentin followed closely on top of me. My mind suddenly becoming completely blank. No thoughts of anyone or anything else, only right here right now. My hands went for his jeans and began unbuttoning them without another thought. He knew want I wanted and finished removing them and throwing them on the floor.
He returned his face to mine and continuing kissing me. His hands went to my pants and I didn’t stop him from removing them. The kiss grew deeper and more intense as it carried on until we both were completely naked. He was inbetween my legs, his hands gently trailing along the side of my naked body as he looked down at me with complete and utter yen.
When’s the last time I had sex?
Ask me tomorrow…
[AN: *GASP* Nooooooo! How could she?!! All I can say about this chapter is...nobody's perfect...there's only about three more chapters left guys and it's a wrap :(
Anywho, it's time for "Know Your Characters!"
Question 20: Will they regret this in the morning?]