“A girl not chasing after Zeke,” he continues. “It’s like he doesn’t understand a girl not chasing after him.”
“Not my fault he thinks he’s some hotshot.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Zeke’s not like that. I mean, he is, but that’s not what I mean. It’s refreshing for him.”
“Glad I could be of service. But if it’s so refreshing, he wouldn’t try to track me down. He seems to want to get the last word in, if you know what I mean.”
“I don’t.” And then he stares at me again.
“You said it yourself. Zeke’s confused by the fact that I haven’t tracked him down like one of the other girls who thought theycould change his mind about relationships. He wants to letmedown; he hates that I lethimdown.”
In all fairness, I wish I could sleep with Zeke again. Not even Zeke, necessarily, I just wish I could have sex like that again. I understand why girls have spoken pretty highly of Zeke before, and I didn’t even know who they were talking about when they did, but now I do. And they’re right.
The last few guys I slept with led to very long sessions with my vibrator afterward. Meaning they were unnecessary to the equation. But with Zeke, not only did I reach the point I’ve been craving to reach with another human being, but in a way I haven’t before. I felt it in my body. Like the orgasm consumed me whole.
If I could get that again, I’d take it in a heartbeat. I just don’t want to have it again with Zeke. Because that’s how you get attached. And when you get attached, people can hurt you. People can leave.
“Pretty sure he lets every girl down before he even hooks up with them,” Jaxon continues. “Did he not have the no commitments talk with you?”
“He did.”
“Then what’s the confusion?”
“He was waiting for me.”
“He was.” Jaxon smiles, pulls something out of his back pocket, and sets it on the desk next to my notebook.
My phone.
With everything that happened this weekend, I didn’t even realize it was missing. I stare at my phone and then look at Jaxon.
“He was trying to return that.” He takes his seat behind me.
I turn to him, and he’s sitting there, the smile still plastered on his face. I don’t know whose misery he’s enjoying more: mine or Zeke’s.
He seems to be getting a kick out of both.
Hi.”
Zeke stands on the other side of his front door, his eyes scanning over me. He seems just as confused as I am. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I left campus and ended up on his doorstep.
“Hi,” I reply, crossing my arms, trying to avoid staring at his bare chest. He stands up straighter, letting the door open instead of clinging to it like his life depended on it.
“Not that I mind, but what are you doing here?” He scratches the back of his neck. “If it concerns OCHEM, Jaxon isn’t here.”
“I’m not looking for him.” I pull my phone out of my back pocket, holding it up between us, and smile. “I just wanted to apologize.”
Now, he crosses his arms.
“I’m sorry I ran away from you this morning.”
“Ah, so you did see me.”
“I did.”
“Well, no need to apologize.”
“I know,” I continue. Which leads me back to wondering why I’m here. “I guess I ran because I thought you were gonna try to seduce me. Like you wanted to sleep together again and not—”