Wyatt seemed to think about this for a minute. The idea of being able to live freely with Callie was appealing. “You know if we did, our families would never talk to us again. We’ll be like outcasts…”
Callie couldn’t help but laugh. “You said yourself that what’s her face is going to tell everyone. Do you really think that once they find out what we’ve been doing that they’re not going to kick us out?” She asked.
Wyatt shrugged. “I guess.”
“Come on.” Callie stood up. Grabbing her cum stained jeans and tugging at the shirt that Wyatt was sitting on, she started to pack up her stuff.
“Where are we going now?” Wyatt asked.
“We’re going to get home and get me moved back to Washington early before anyone finds out the real reason for my leaving. We’ll tell my mom you’re helping me move and that I had to go back early because of some orientation or something…” Callie zipped up her backpack.
“What do I tell them?” Wyatt asked.
“Nothing. We tell them you’re helping me move back and by the time they realize that you’re not coming back…well…they’ll probably already know the truth by then anyway.” She said.
Wyatt took a deep breath. This wasn’t how he had imagined any of this happening.
“I can’t believe what you said to her.” Callie said with a laugh as she pulled on her panties.
Wyatt chuckled. “Yeah, me either actually.”
Chapter 6
Callie lay staring out of the twelfth story window. Outside the weather was significantly colder than it had been a week ago back in California. She watched as a lone bird circled and then vanished over the top of the building across the street. She sighed quietly. Grabbing her phone from the nightstand she looked at her missed call log. It was only eight am and already she had three missed calls from her mom. She put her phone back on the nightstand and pulled the covers up.
With a sleepy groan Wyatt rolled over and flung his arm over Callie.
“Good morning.” He grumbled, pulling her close to him. The familiar poke of his erection against her back made her smile.
“Good morning.” She said.
“More calls from mom?” He asked, nuzzling his nose in to her hair.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Did she leave a message?” He asked in a muffled voice.
“One.” Callie said. She hadn’t bothered listening to it because she was fairly certain that it was going to be the same as the other fifty she had left over the past week.
“Maybe she’s calling to tell you that she’s happy we’re together and she wants us to give her grandkids?” Wyatt joked. He slid his hand up between Callie’s breasts.
“I’m pretty sure she’s not.” Callie said, pulling his arm tighter around her.
“Hey, at least she’s trying to talk to you. My dad knows I’m here and hasn’t even tried to call.” Wyatt said.
“I’m not sure that that’s worse actually.” Callie rolled over to face him. “I’m getting kind of tired of the name calling and hearing about how she is the embarrassment of the town because of my choices.”
Wyatt pulled her close. “Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all.” He said, resting his chin on top of her head.
Callie cuddled in to the warmth of Wyatt’s naked body and closed her eyes. He was the one thing that was right with her life, the one person who made her feel truly loved and he had from the very beginning. She sighed contentedly.
An hour later, Callie woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating on the nightstand. Reaching blindly she grabbed it and saw her mom’s number.
“Urgh, it’s mom again.” She grumbled. Then from the bathroom she heard Wyatt’s voice.
“What?”
“Oh, sorry I thought you were right here. I just said it’s mom calling again.” She said.
“Answer it.” Wyatt shouted as the toilet flushed. “If you don’t, I will.”
Callie took a deep breath and hit the answer call button.
“Hello? Hello? Is someone there? Callie?” Her mother’s voice was ear gratingly annoying first thing in the morning.
“What?” Callie said flatly.
“Oh…I didn’t think that you were going to answer.” She said. “You didn’t answer the last few times that I called.”
Callie rolled her eyes. “Well, I did this time. What is it?” She asked.
“There’s no need to be so hostile, Callie. I am your mother you know. I did nothing wrong here.” She did so like to play the victim. Callie was tired of it.
“Neither did I mom.” She said as she gazed up at the ceiling.