with her in Jersey and making you spend the night in her room ,” she gulps the last word.
I’m bothered. But not at Becca’s obvious jealousy over Jordyn’s invite to Josh, but at my own jealousy. I haven’t heard from Jordyn since the day I spent dressed up as her prince. I was prepared with a polite response to turn her down if she asked me to work with her again. She didn’t. Three weeks later and I haven’t heard a word from her, although Josh mentions her quite a bit. From what I can tell there’s nothing but a friendship between them, but now there’s this weekend away wedding invite and the blood in my veins is pumping. I take turns crashing a fist into each hand, cracking my knuckles. The TV blares on. I’m restless watching the screen, suddenly in desperate need of something to do.
Becca goes quiet, pulling a blanket over herself, resting her head on the arm of the chair. Josh puts his phone down on the side table. No more texts coming in from Jordyn.
Standing up from the couch, I twist from side to side until my back cracks. “I’m gonna get dressed and go over to the gym.”
Neither lifeless form acknowledges me. I lock myself in my room, reaching for my phone, and start typing. Hey princess . I erase the two words. What am I doing? Tossing the phone onto my bed, I throw on some jogging pants and a t-shirt.
Don’t text her . The instruction I give myself is simple. So then why can’t I follow it? My fingers type against my will and I hit send.
Aidan: Hey, how’s it going?
I shouldn’t have done it. Stupid . She doesn’t reply. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid .
In the front room Becca and Josh have re-opened the bag of chocolate chips. Becca holds out her hand and Josh pours too many from the bag, spilling them over her hand onto the floor. This results in two people scrambling to the floor laughing, rushing to see who can scoop up more first. I walk out the door, positive that neither one of them even know I walked through the room.
She isn’t going to reply but I position my phone in the cup holder of the treadmill. I start my run staring down at the phone. Jordyn has controlled most of my thoughts these last few weeks. When I’m asleep I dream about her. I even did a sketch this week with her in mind. An intricate heart, it took hours to finish and get it just the way I wanted. I wanted it perfect.
And as nice as Becca told me waking up with my arms around her felt, she hasn’t slept in my bed once since that night. I’m not sure what Becca and I are doing anymore.
As I’m winding down my run the phone goes off, vibrating against the sturdy plastic of the machine. The treadmill slows down and the second it stops I reach for the phone and read.
Jordyn: You sent me a text. I feel so special. Figured you forgot all about me.
I lean back on the treadmill and a smile spreads across my face. I hadn’t come close to forgetting about her. Not for one second.
Aidan: I think it’s u who forgot. Moved on to the next prince?
Jordyn: Nope, not this princess. What r u doing?
Aidan: At the gym, just finished running. Surprised I haven’t seen u here.
Jordyn: Why? Do u need a gym buddy?
Is she offering to come to the gym? If I say yes, will she come? Picturing her coming in dressed like last time in those shorts makes part of my body stir. Picturing her dressed in anything gets me crazed. I’m waiting too long to respond, not sure what to say. Fuck it . I want her here and I’m gonna text her just that.
A knock on the window keeps me from replying. Is it Jordyn? Was she sending me those texts from right outside? It’s gotta be. Who else would be here knocking on the glass this late at night? I jog over to the door, hands fumbling to unlock it. When the door opens, it’s not Jordyn. It’s Becca on the other side.
Large snowflakes fall onto her brown wool hat. Her hands are stuffed in oversized knit mittens. She looks up at me and smiles. “It started to snow.”
“You walked all the way
I’m bothered. But not at Becca’s obvious jealousy over Jordyn’s invite to Josh, but at my own jealousy. I haven’t heard from Jordyn since the day I spent dressed up as her prince. I was prepared with a polite response to turn her down if she asked me to work with her again. She didn’t. Three weeks later and I haven’t heard a word from her, although Josh mentions her quite a bit. From what I can tell there’s nothing but a friendship between them, but now there’s this weekend away wedding invite and the blood in my veins is pumping. I take turns crashing a fist into each hand, cracking my knuckles. The TV blares on. I’m restless watching the screen, suddenly in desperate need of something to do.
Becca goes quiet, pulling a blanket over herself, resting her head on the arm of the chair. Josh puts his phone down on the side table. No more texts coming in from Jordyn.
Standing up from the couch, I twist from side to side until my back cracks. “I’m gonna get dressed and go over to the gym.”
Neither lifeless form acknowledges me. I lock myself in my room, reaching for my phone, and start typing. Hey princess . I erase the two words. What am I doing? Tossing the phone onto my bed, I throw on some jogging pants and a t-shirt.
Don’t text her . The instruction I give myself is simple. So then why can’t I follow it? My fingers type against my will and I hit send.
Aidan: Hey, how’s it going?
I shouldn’t have done it. Stupid . She doesn’t reply. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid .
In the front room Becca and Josh have re-opened the bag of chocolate chips. Becca holds out her hand and Josh pours too many from the bag, spilling them over her hand onto the floor. This results in two people scrambling to the floor laughing, rushing to see who can scoop up more first. I walk out the door, positive that neither one of them even know I walked through the room.
She isn’t going to reply but I position my phone in the cup holder of the treadmill. I start my run staring down at the phone. Jordyn has controlled most of my thoughts these last few weeks. When I’m asleep I dream about her. I even did a sketch this week with her in mind. An intricate heart, it took hours to finish and get it just the way I wanted. I wanted it perfect.
And as nice as Becca told me waking up with my arms around her felt, she hasn’t slept in my bed once since that night. I’m not sure what Becca and I are doing anymore.
As I’m winding down my run the phone goes off, vibrating against the sturdy plastic of the machine. The treadmill slows down and the second it stops I reach for the phone and read.
Jordyn: You sent me a text. I feel so special. Figured you forgot all about me.
I lean back on the treadmill and a smile spreads across my face. I hadn’t come close to forgetting about her. Not for one second.
Aidan: I think it’s u who forgot. Moved on to the next prince?
Jordyn: Nope, not this princess. What r u doing?
Aidan: At the gym, just finished running. Surprised I haven’t seen u here.
Jordyn: Why? Do u need a gym buddy?
Is she offering to come to the gym? If I say yes, will she come? Picturing her coming in dressed like last time in those shorts makes part of my body stir. Picturing her dressed in anything gets me crazed. I’m waiting too long to respond, not sure what to say. Fuck it . I want her here and I’m gonna text her just that.
A knock on the window keeps me from replying. Is it Jordyn? Was she sending me those texts from right outside? It’s gotta be. Who else would be here knocking on the glass this late at night? I jog over to the door, hands fumbling to unlock it. When the door opens, it’s not Jordyn. It’s Becca on the other side.
Large snowflakes fall onto her brown wool hat. Her hands are stuffed in oversized knit mittens. She looks up at me and smiles. “It started to snow.”
“You walked all the way
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