Ruining Me(7)

“So was it love at first sight?” Cal’s question throws me off.



“I don’t know that I believe in that, however, I do believe in lust at first sight. I would definitely say there was some serious lusting going on,” I say laughingly.



Cal must have choked on his food when I said that. After a couple of minutes of coughing he finally looks at me and said, “Not sure what to say to that Jay.” His face was flushed and he took a large drink of his milk.



When I look up at him I notice he has a milk mustache. I caught his eye between bites of food and winked saying, “Milk does a body good, huh.” His expression was priceless and his face turned beet red. Geez, does he think I’m hitting on him? I laugh.



“Cal, you have a milk mustache.” He grabs his napkin and wipes his mouth while he laughs for a second.



“For a moment there I thought I was going to have to fight you off girl. I didn’t know if all this lust talk was getting to you.” We smile at each other and continue eating. “Not that I would fight you off you know.” He wagged his eyebrows at me and we both laugh.



When we finished, I begin putting the food away and finally Cal spoke again.



“So, were good huh?” He stood and grabbed our plates to put them in the dishwasher. Leaning against the counter he crosses his arms and looks at me.



The overhead light shines on his surfer blond hair and his face still has that baby look to it. I moved to stand across from him as he clears his throat.



“I just want to say one more thing before I leave. You know that a lot of people miss you. Miss seeing that smiling face every morning and not just students. I know that several of the football coaches even have mentioned they missed seeing you on the sidelines. During football season, even when we lost a game, you kept everyone’s spirits up. You were there all the way up until our junior year. I never played one football game, even little league, that you weren’t on the sidelines. Hell, even Coach Branch last year told us all to keep an eye on you. You just don’t know,” Cal stops talking as I glare at him.



“What do you mean Coach Branch told you to keep an eye on me?”



Cal looked at me and continued, “He just asked the linemen to keep an eye on you last year. He said he noticed that you were having a hard time. You know how he cares about his students. Coach B and his wife had twins this summer and he still took his own time to help us seniors get ready for the college scouts. He just cares what happens to all of us. There are guys on the football and baseball team that wouldn’t be going to college if it weren’t for him helping them to get scholarships.”



“Well, that is nice, but I don’t need anyone looking out for me. Please make sure you tell all of the guys that I said that,” I replied heavy with sarcasm. “Look Cal, it’s getting late. I’m okay, really. I just don’t need everyone up in my business.” I smile and start to walk out of the kitchen to the front door letting him silently know that this conversation and dinner were over.



Cal stops as he walks out through the front door and turns back around. “I’m always going to be here. Just know that okay? Thanks for dinner.” He leans in and kisses my cheek and turns to leave.



Closing the door as he leaves I hear my phone vibrating. It had done that all through dinner and since it had been a long day I decide to continue to ignore my messages. I turn the house alarm on and walk upstairs. It was still pretty early, but I showered and then fell asleep on my bed.



Opening my eyes I glance around me. I was sitting in a room with four walls and no doors. All the walls were white and scratched to hell. White metal chairs lined the walls and in all the chairs sat women of different ages, sizes and color. We all had on white hospital gowns and our protruding bellies were grotesquely round. Almost as if we swallowed a basketball. The women all had empty black sockets where their eyes should be. Their lips were sewn shut with what looked like twine.



I heard a metal chair screech as someone plopped down next to me. Knowing who I would see as I turn my head, I look at him. He is always so beautiful. Wavy black ink hair and the darkest eyes I have ever seen with thick black lashes. He has high cheekbones and a square jaw. His body is trim and he is dressed to the nines in what I would guess is an Armani suit. He’s always bare foot, but even his feet are beautiful.



Smiling at me he props his arm across the back of my seat and his voice, when he spoke, is deep, “Yea, they sacrificed their sons and daughter unto devils, And shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canann; and the land was polluted with blood. Thus were they defiled with their own works, and went a whoring with their own inventions. Pretty much sums it up doesn’t it Babe?” I stare back at him.