Dax. Sorry. That just kind of shocked me, I guess. Blunt. A little too much information though for this virgin’s ears, I might add.”
“Wait. You’re not upset?”
Yes. I really, really was.
“No. Should I be? We’re friends, Dax. You can tell me anything.”
“Even the part where I was day dreaming it was you?”
I knew he heard the intake of breath I took. He pretended like it was me? For some sick reason, I didn’t feel as bad.
What the hell? Ugh. I was not one of those girls. Waiting to get a bone thrown at them every time master wanted to play.
“Yeah, you can day dream all you want, Dax. Won’t make a difference in our friendship.”
“Uh. Okay. Sorry. Yes, that was too much information. Friends. Fucking idiot.”
That last word I barely heard. Was he disappointed? Upset that I drew a firm line? Was he mad that even though we were friends, that he would just leave and then go find a piece to satisfy himself and I wouldn’t think exactly what I pictured a guy like him to be? Yeah, well. A girl had to draw a line somewhere.
“I pegged you Dax from the beginning, remember? I knew the kind of guy you were. You even told me the type of girl’s you went for. It’s okay. Friends.”
“Stop with the ‘friends’ this and ‘friends’ that shit. You know I want to be more.”
“Dax, I don’t know anything. You might want in my panties, but I don’t know what you really want. I don’t understand the opposite sex. I’ve never had a boyfriend. The only time I went out on a date, it was my first and last. It was a homecoming game and I went with a band nerd. He was a nice guy. Did I fall for him? No. I don’t let myself get close enough to be hurt. So what you do in your own time? Is yours. I’m not going to be hurt by what you do. We are friends. I don’t want anything more than a friendship with you, Declan. So if you can’t handle that? Then…then maybe we should just say bye right now.”
“No. Fuck no I don’t want that. Damn, Scarlet. What are you so fucking afraid of?”
I took the phone away from my ear and looked at it like it was a ticking time bomb. Afraid?
“I’m not afraid, Dax.”
“You’re not afraid? Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s fucking bullshit.”
Click.
Yeah, that’s right. I hung up on his ass. How dare he say that? What could I possibly be afraid of? I barely knew this guy. What right did he have? Calling me out like that. Asshat. Bossy-caveman-sexy-asshat.
My phone started vibrating again. Nope. Not answering. I needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was a big day for me. The phone stopped and I heard in the headphones a dinging sound and since I was a glutton for punishment, I looked at the message.
Dax: Don’t hang up on me again. Get some rest.
Don’t text back. Do not text back. Shit. I was texting back.
Bite me. And I will, I have a big day tomorrow.
Dax: I will as soon as I get the opportunity. Don’t roll your eyes.
I’m not.
Dax: Yes you are, but that’s OK. Goodnight, Pixie.
So, he thought calling me Pixie would put him back in my good graces after his little outburst? I didn’t think so.
Dax: Pixie, say goodnight back to me.
Why should I? I don’t understand why he’s so damn persistent. I set my phone down, plugged my earbuds back in and set a softer mood to go to sleep to. I started my cool down playlist and set the sound on medium when my phone dinged again. Ugh. I just want to sleep.
Dax: Pixie, I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin this. I fucked up. Please. Just, please don’t end this.
Sigh.
I didn’t either. Even though he was a complete asshat, and womanizer, I didn’t want this, whatever this was, ruined and ended either.
I don’t either. Just, if you’re gonna do things like that, I’d rather not know. Okay?
Dax: They won’t.
Okay, if you say so.
Dax: I promise.
Yeah, but what good are promises when the person already let you
“Wait. You’re not upset?”
Yes. I really, really was.
“No. Should I be? We’re friends, Dax. You can tell me anything.”
“Even the part where I was day dreaming it was you?”
I knew he heard the intake of breath I took. He pretended like it was me? For some sick reason, I didn’t feel as bad.
What the hell? Ugh. I was not one of those girls. Waiting to get a bone thrown at them every time master wanted to play.
“Yeah, you can day dream all you want, Dax. Won’t make a difference in our friendship.”
“Uh. Okay. Sorry. Yes, that was too much information. Friends. Fucking idiot.”
That last word I barely heard. Was he disappointed? Upset that I drew a firm line? Was he mad that even though we were friends, that he would just leave and then go find a piece to satisfy himself and I wouldn’t think exactly what I pictured a guy like him to be? Yeah, well. A girl had to draw a line somewhere.
“I pegged you Dax from the beginning, remember? I knew the kind of guy you were. You even told me the type of girl’s you went for. It’s okay. Friends.”
“Stop with the ‘friends’ this and ‘friends’ that shit. You know I want to be more.”
“Dax, I don’t know anything. You might want in my panties, but I don’t know what you really want. I don’t understand the opposite sex. I’ve never had a boyfriend. The only time I went out on a date, it was my first and last. It was a homecoming game and I went with a band nerd. He was a nice guy. Did I fall for him? No. I don’t let myself get close enough to be hurt. So what you do in your own time? Is yours. I’m not going to be hurt by what you do. We are friends. I don’t want anything more than a friendship with you, Declan. So if you can’t handle that? Then…then maybe we should just say bye right now.”
“No. Fuck no I don’t want that. Damn, Scarlet. What are you so fucking afraid of?”
I took the phone away from my ear and looked at it like it was a ticking time bomb. Afraid?
“I’m not afraid, Dax.”
“You’re not afraid? Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s fucking bullshit.”
Click.
Yeah, that’s right. I hung up on his ass. How dare he say that? What could I possibly be afraid of? I barely knew this guy. What right did he have? Calling me out like that. Asshat. Bossy-caveman-sexy-asshat.
My phone started vibrating again. Nope. Not answering. I needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was a big day for me. The phone stopped and I heard in the headphones a dinging sound and since I was a glutton for punishment, I looked at the message.
Dax: Don’t hang up on me again. Get some rest.
Don’t text back. Do not text back. Shit. I was texting back.
Bite me. And I will, I have a big day tomorrow.
Dax: I will as soon as I get the opportunity. Don’t roll your eyes.
I’m not.
Dax: Yes you are, but that’s OK. Goodnight, Pixie.
So, he thought calling me Pixie would put him back in my good graces after his little outburst? I didn’t think so.
Dax: Pixie, say goodnight back to me.
Why should I? I don’t understand why he’s so damn persistent. I set my phone down, plugged my earbuds back in and set a softer mood to go to sleep to. I started my cool down playlist and set the sound on medium when my phone dinged again. Ugh. I just want to sleep.
Dax: Pixie, I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin this. I fucked up. Please. Just, please don’t end this.
Sigh.
I didn’t either. Even though he was a complete asshat, and womanizer, I didn’t want this, whatever this was, ruined and ended either.
I don’t either. Just, if you’re gonna do things like that, I’d rather not know. Okay?
Dax: They won’t.
Okay, if you say so.
Dax: I promise.
Yeah, but what good are promises when the person already let you
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