while I’ve only known Bellamy a few days, I’m starting
to realize she is absolutely nothing like she seems. I know she commutes to a
job in Salt Lake City. I know she walks a straight line when Mark’s around and
keeps her mouth shut. That’s it. She’s pretty quiet most days, and it looks
like she has damn good reason to be.
She pushes past me the second we
get inside, removes her heels, and tiptoes up the steps. Her strategic
maneuvers indicate she’s done this before. She seems to avoid the creakiest boards.
I take note and follow suit.
Bellamy turns the corner at the
top of the stairs and disappears into blackness. The gentle, slow click of her
door tells me she made it safe and sound with the rest of her family none the
wiser.
I crack a smile. The ones you
least suspect should always be the ones you suspect the most…
Padding down the hall, I stop
short outside Waverly’s door. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t care. I should hate
her guts. I take deep breath and a few more steps until I find the handle to my
door. The second I step inside I shove my vodka in my top dresser drawer, rip
my jacket and sweater off and slip out of my pants, tripping over random shit
in the dark until I find my bed.
A small amount of moonlight peeks
in through the break in the curtains on the far wall, illuminating the outline
of a person lying in the middle of my bed. I squint, waiting for my eyes to
adjust, and then I realize…
Fucking Waverly is sleeping in my
bed.
CHAPTER 12
Waverly
“When I said ‘whatever helps you sleep,’ this wasn’t exactly
what I had in mind.”
My eyes open the second I hear
his voice. How long had I been out? I wipe the drool from the corner of my
mouth, thankful for the shade of night. It was not my intention to fall asleep in his bed. Thank God Dad’s at
Kath’s tonight.
He’s standing before me in
nothing but a white t-shirt and boxers. His shoulders are pulled back tight,
and his hands are resting on his hips. I can’t quite make out his face, but I
know the hard line of his lips means he’s not happy to see me.
I pull myself into a seated
position, brushing my hair out of my face and mustering the strength to apologize.
I owe Jensen an apology.
I realized it the second he fled
my room. My words were harsh, flung upon him without much thought and in the
midst of a heated moment. I spoke out of fear, the same deep-seeded fear the
guided my every life choice. Hearing about what he did scared the devil out of
me and made me hate myself for what I did, and I took it out on him.
“I wanted to apologize,” I
whisper. “What you did—”
“Try again.”
“What I heard—”
“Nope.”
“I shouldn’t have judged you.”
“There we go.” He still hasn’t
moved. He stands there studying me, looking at me with equal parts contempt and
pity, as if he feels sorry for me . “Much better.”
“But you knew what you were doing
when you convinced me to—”
“God. Waverly. Give it a fucking
rest. You masturbated. You can say it.”
My cheeks flame deep red. If
anyone wakes up and hears our conversation, I’ll die. “Keep it down.”
He leans closer to me. “You act
like I fucking took your virginity. Had I known you were this uptight, I’d have left you the fuck alone. You’re a goddamned
piece of work, you know that?”
“I know.”
“Excuse me?” He rakes his hand
across his jaw, cocking his head.
“I’m not perfect. But neither are
you. And ever since you set foot in our home, I’ve been nothing but confused.”
My words bring silence upon us
for a moment.
“Confused? About what?” His voice
cuts through the tension that separates us.
“I-I can’t say it.” Not because I
don’t want to. I don’t know how to put it into words. He makes me feel the
kinds of things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. My entire life, I’ve
kept my emotions in check. I’ve placed my opinions and beliefs in a tiny box in
the corner of my
to realize she is absolutely nothing like she seems. I know she commutes to a
job in Salt Lake City. I know she walks a straight line when Mark’s around and
keeps her mouth shut. That’s it. She’s pretty quiet most days, and it looks
like she has damn good reason to be.
She pushes past me the second we
get inside, removes her heels, and tiptoes up the steps. Her strategic
maneuvers indicate she’s done this before. She seems to avoid the creakiest boards.
I take note and follow suit.
Bellamy turns the corner at the
top of the stairs and disappears into blackness. The gentle, slow click of her
door tells me she made it safe and sound with the rest of her family none the
wiser.
I crack a smile. The ones you
least suspect should always be the ones you suspect the most…
Padding down the hall, I stop
short outside Waverly’s door. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t care. I should hate
her guts. I take deep breath and a few more steps until I find the handle to my
door. The second I step inside I shove my vodka in my top dresser drawer, rip
my jacket and sweater off and slip out of my pants, tripping over random shit
in the dark until I find my bed.
A small amount of moonlight peeks
in through the break in the curtains on the far wall, illuminating the outline
of a person lying in the middle of my bed. I squint, waiting for my eyes to
adjust, and then I realize…
Fucking Waverly is sleeping in my
bed.
CHAPTER 12
Waverly
“When I said ‘whatever helps you sleep,’ this wasn’t exactly
what I had in mind.”
My eyes open the second I hear
his voice. How long had I been out? I wipe the drool from the corner of my
mouth, thankful for the shade of night. It was not my intention to fall asleep in his bed. Thank God Dad’s at
Kath’s tonight.
He’s standing before me in
nothing but a white t-shirt and boxers. His shoulders are pulled back tight,
and his hands are resting on his hips. I can’t quite make out his face, but I
know the hard line of his lips means he’s not happy to see me.
I pull myself into a seated
position, brushing my hair out of my face and mustering the strength to apologize.
I owe Jensen an apology.
I realized it the second he fled
my room. My words were harsh, flung upon him without much thought and in the
midst of a heated moment. I spoke out of fear, the same deep-seeded fear the
guided my every life choice. Hearing about what he did scared the devil out of
me and made me hate myself for what I did, and I took it out on him.
“I wanted to apologize,” I
whisper. “What you did—”
“Try again.”
“What I heard—”
“Nope.”
“I shouldn’t have judged you.”
“There we go.” He still hasn’t
moved. He stands there studying me, looking at me with equal parts contempt and
pity, as if he feels sorry for me . “Much better.”
“But you knew what you were doing
when you convinced me to—”
“God. Waverly. Give it a fucking
rest. You masturbated. You can say it.”
My cheeks flame deep red. If
anyone wakes up and hears our conversation, I’ll die. “Keep it down.”
He leans closer to me. “You act
like I fucking took your virginity. Had I known you were this uptight, I’d have left you the fuck alone. You’re a goddamned
piece of work, you know that?”
“I know.”
“Excuse me?” He rakes his hand
across his jaw, cocking his head.
“I’m not perfect. But neither are
you. And ever since you set foot in our home, I’ve been nothing but confused.”
My words bring silence upon us
for a moment.
“Confused? About what?” His voice
cuts through the tension that separates us.
“I-I can’t say it.” Not because I
don’t want to. I don’t know how to put it into words. He makes me feel the
kinds of things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. My entire life, I’ve
kept my emotions in check. I’ve placed my opinions and beliefs in a tiny box in
the corner of my
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