She had just walked in from shopping and was about to put on one of her new CDs when the phone rang,
�Hello?�
�Hey Shayna, what�s up?� She was surprised to hear from Nick; it was the last voice she expected to come through the phone.
�Hi, nothing much. What�s up with you?�
�Nothing, I was thinking about you.� Her breath caught in her throat, he was thinking about me? Why was he thinking about me? She didn�t know what to say; how to respond.
�Hello? You there?� She cleared her throat,
�Yeah, I�m here.� He laughed,
�Well?� She still had nothing to say,
�Well what?� He sighed,
�Shayna, good grief.�
�Sorry, so what was the question, I really did forget.� She could hear him sigh again and take a breath,
�You made me forget what we were talking about. What are you up to tonight?� She shook her head,
�Nothing.�
�Good, I�ll be over in about an hour. I�ll bring Chinese and a movie.� She was stunned; she didn�t know what to say,
�Nick.�
�What?� She shook her head, what was he doing,
�I don�t think that�s a good idea.� He laughed,
�Why not? There aren�t any bad feelings are there?�
�No-� He laughed again, she was beginning to hate that laugh,
�Well, cool, I�ll be over.� She never did respond again and before she knew it she was listening to a busy signal. This was going to be awkward she thought, she hadn�t spoke to Nick since she and Bill starting dating. She didn�t know why but she took a shower and changed before he arrived. She was putting on her makeup in the mirror and she suddenly stopped,
�How does he know where I live?�
She opened the door and wanted to scream, he was standing there and he looked so good. He looked down at her through his wire-framed glasses, fucking glasses she thought and smiled,
�Hey baby, you gonna let me in?� She stood to the side and as he walked by her eyes closed, he smelled so good. She looked at him and shook her head as he placed the food on the counter; he planned this she thought as she looked at his V-neck beige sweater and blue jeans. His jeans weren�t falling off of him like they usually do; he never wears nice jeans, ever. This was going to be hard, she sighed, as she walked into the kitchen to help him with the food.
The movie credits rolled and they were both laughing as she turned off the movie. There was no real conversation that night up until then, just little comments about the movie they watched. He turned to her and placed his hand on her thigh,
�So, how you been?� She stared at his hand as he began to massage her thigh,
�I�ve been ok.� He placed his hand under her chin and made her look at him,
�I�ve been thinking about you�us, a lot.� She sat there is silence, stunned silence, as he looked in her eyes and waited for her to speak. He smiled,
�What? Is it that guy you�ve been dating?� She frowned slowly,
�What? How do you know about him?� His smiled faded, but only slightly,
�Someone told me, it doesn�t matter-� She pulled away from him and stood up,
�Yes, it does matter. What do you have spies now? Is this the same someone who told you where I lived?� He stood up and walked towards her until she held her hands,
�Calm down, I just don�t think this guy is right for you. I mean, how old is he? Like a hundred? � She crossed her arms,
�Like you were good for me?� He sighed,
�Yes, I was. I may have messed up along the way�we both did but we were good together. We had fun.� She walked over to the door and held it open,
�Just leave Nick ok?� He grabbed the movie and stopped in front of her once he got to the door. She was uncomfortable with the way he stared at her and diverted her gaze to the floor. He leaned over and pinned her against the door,
�Nick�stop.� He raised his hand and placed one finger over her lips,
�Shut up, I can�t kiss you.� She was taken aback by his words, his demeanor was calm but she didn�t dare say anything else as he leaned in and kissed her. Her head fell back slightly and lay on the door as he pulled away. She opened her eyes and was met with a smug smile as he whispered,
�You can�t tell me you don�t think about me still.� He kissed her on the cheek and left. She closed the door, sat on the couch and touched her lips with her fingers,
�God, I hate him.� She shook her head and thought, who are you kidding Shayna, you definitely don�t hate him.
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