After that mad hectic meeting with Dean's mum and his family yesterday I was knackered and all I'd really wanted to do was go to bed, but I knew my parents were out so I invited Dean back to mine. I didn't care about the bad tan job Aaron had given me and I knew Dean wouldn't care either because, for all the bad things he'd done in his past, he's never been anything but nice to me. And when he parked his car on my drive and kissed me that crap tan was the last thing on my mind, all I could think of was getting Dean into my house, out of his clothes and into my bed — like a woman possessed I'd practically dragged him from his car and through my front door, I kicked my shoes off in the hallway and started to unbuckle his belt as I kissed him.
And then this voice called from the kitchen, "Elsie, is that you? Is Dean with you?" My dad walked into the hallway just as we'd finished making ourselves look presentable.
"Dad? I thought you were going out?" I said, practically out of breath.
"It's your mother, she's got one of her migraines," he said. "Dean, you got half hour for a chat?"
They disappeared off into the conservatory, and the next thing I knew I was waking up this morning in a pool of my own dribble, fully-clothed with Dean nowhere to be seen.
Dean hasn't even text me which is a bit weird especially after the way we'd left things the other day — I mean if it hadn't been for my dad interrupting us we'd have gone up to my room and taken things to the next level.
Why hasn't he called me? Maybe he doesn't like me in that way. Well, I'm not texting him.
I know I said I wasn't going to text him, but I did, I gave in. I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on. And do you know what excuse he gave me? He said he'd been busy, I mean how does someone without a job be busy?
Anyway, he said he'd come round later.
I knew I should've listened to Steph; she was right, same as always. The thing, whatever it was between Dean and me was going nowhere, I think it's just kind of fizzled out. It's not like we've had a big conversation or anything like that; it's just more of a case that we just haven't seen each other since that day when he introduced me to his mum.
He didn't come round that day that he said he would. And he hasn't invited me back to his house, which I suppose is a bit of a blessing in disguise. I probably wouldn't have coped with all those kids running about the place anyway. I've never really been good with kids, Steph and Matt used to make a habit of coming round early on a Sunday morning when I had a hangover and send them up to my room. I mean, I love my nephew's, but kids and hangovers aren't a good mix.
Honestly, I'm not bothered about the whole Dean thing. It's not as if I'm heartbroken or anything, it's not like I was in love with him, we didn't even have sex, and Aaron says that means we weren't really even seeing each other. But I never expected him to ghost me, what a dick!
I feel like a right idiot, I promised myself I wouldn't cry over Dean, but then I drank a bottle of Prosecco and some cheap cider and I couldn't help myself. I just don't know what's wrong with me. Like, what is it that makes a guy not want to stick around? Am I giving off some sort of psycho vibes or something?
Have I ever mentioned the fact that I hate my brother? He's such an idiot! He came in with a massive smile on his face, and he never smiles so I already knew that he'd been up to no good.
"Heard from Dean lately?" he said with a stupid smug grin on his stupid face.
Of course, I didn't answer him I'm not that stupid.
"You won't be either. Been arrested ain't he? What a guy, you know how to pick 'em," he said while clapping his hands and laughing at me.
And I wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, but I restrained myself.