Ruining Me(6)

My thoughts were scattered all the way home. I had never felt that pull with anyone else. Not even with JT. Just the thought of him made my cheeks flush. Dear Jesus, he was hot as Hades. He has the longest black eye lashes that go with those pretty eyes. Since JT, I really don’t do relationships. Well other than Rhye, but that was totally different.



Most people at school think that I have become a slut, but I’m not. I’m very selective which is why I have Jill helping me. Plus it is not every night and not even close to every month. It’s just when I have that need and to clarify it’s not a need to have sex. It’s more of a need to have control. To control who I give my body to. I subscribe to the whole love them and leave them philosophy. That’s more my style and I really do not like these feelings I am having about Kane. It already feels like more and I’ve only known him for about five seconds. I want to stop thinking about the stupid conceited jackass.



My phone was buzzing when I pulled into my drive way signaling that I had a text. I quickly noticed that it was from Jill.

Jill - He wants your #. BAD. Do you want me to give it to him? He’s asking 20 million ?’s. Not sure what you want me to say.

I decide to ignore her, because my mind is spinning and my day just keeps getting better because as I open my car door a black 4x4 truck pulls in behind me. Cal practically jumps out before his truck even comes to a complete stop.



“Jay, I’m really sorry about today. I left football practice early because I was worried you were mad at me. I shouldn’t have said what I did.” Cal looked upset and he kept talking as he walked right up to me. “I know whatever shit made you like you are, is none of my business. I’ve just been really worried about you and I can’t explain it, but I wanted to come and talk to you tonight.”



He actually looked sick. What is it about this guy that I couldn’t stay mad at him?



“Listen Cal, we are good.” I put my hands up because he looked like he was going to hug me. “But for the future, stay out of my business and we’ll be fine”. I look toward my dark empty house and realize that I didn’t want to be alone right now. “Want to come in and have dinner with me?” Cal’s face lights up.



“Have I ever turned you down when you offered me food? I would even eat that nasty cafeteria spaghetti in fourth grade because I didn’t want you to get in trouble for not eating your lunch.”



“I never knew that. I thought you either really loved that stuff or you were starving.”



“No way Jay, that shit was nasty. I would only eat it for you,” he says and grins at me, I can’t help but smile back.





Chapter 2

The sun was starting to set as Cal and I walked into the house and straight through to the kitchen. My parents and I live in an upper middle class neighborhood. It wasn’t gated, but it was a golf community. Our house is a two story monstrosity that over looks a golf-hole and large pond with the kitchen looking like it is straight out of a high end restaurant. Not that I ever cook anything. We have a lady comes in twice a week to clean and she usually cooks and freezes dinners for the week. I set my iPhone in the dock and turn on some music while I pull out a pan of lasagna to unthaw in the microwave. The acoustic version of Scream by Chris Cornell fills the quiet. Cal stood behind me.



“What can I do to help you with dinner, Jay?”



“Thanks Cal, but I’ve got it. Just have a seat on one of the bar stools.” He plopped down on a seat.



“So, where did you go after school,” Cal asked? Ignoring him at first, I grabbed the lettuce and salad dressing from the fridge and laid them on the counter. Finally looking at him I wanted to tell him that it was none of his business, but I was tired of being snappy to him. I’ve had my limit today.



“Well, I’ve gotten to be friends with one of the bartenders at O’Malley’s so I went to talk with her.”



Cal looked at me and said, “I had heard that you were hanging out there a lot.”



“Yeah, you and everyone else,” I snapped. He seemed hurt by my attitude. Saved by the bell of the microwave I took the lasagna out. I figured we would just eat at the counter and handed Cal a plate and silverware.



“Soda okay?” I ask and grab a can from the refrigerator.



“Actually do you have any milk?”



“Sure,” I reply and pour him a glass. We both eat pretty much in silence for a while. Even though I had wanted company, I kept thinking about Kane.



“Penny for your thoughts,” Cal said.



I’m not sure why, but all the sudden I begin talking about meeting Kane.