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Who moved me? And when did they do that?
Careful not to wake them both, I slowly, inch by inch, slid his arm off me. I took even more time to climb out from under the covers. Neither of them stirred as I crawled out of bed.
The air conditioner’s chilly breeze froze my bare skin. Horror hit me.
I’m only wearing panties. Who undressed me?
I didn’t like that I was naked. It made me wonder if they did something to me while I was unconscious.
Why would I even think something like that? Because they’re both so weird. That’s why.
Chase didn’t respect my desire to not have sex in front of Lucy. Instead of understanding, he offered to get me drunk some more. And when that didn’t work out, he pouted like a baby, grabbed the remote control, and ignored me while he stared at the sports channel.
I’d drowned in confusion and insecurity.
And I’d only been his freaking girlfriend for three hours. Not a good sign.
This was just too much. I could have considered working in this arrangement with him, but only if it was based on respect and consideration for my feelings.
Am I being irrational?
I’d never dealt with weird situations like this before. With only two boyfriends my relationship experience verged on juvenile.
My first boyfriend was a library nerd who’d broken up with me because his G.P.A. had dropped .2 points below what he needed for a scholarship requirement. In our year of dating, we had sex ten times. He was a nice guy, but he didn’t have Chase’s sexy looks, passion, and excitement. A thrilling evening for him was watching the Syfy channel with spicy buttered popcorn. I’d enjoyed those evenings, but once we broke up, it took me barely a week to forget about him.
In fact, the popcorn is the best thing I took from that relationship.
My second boyfriend had been a popular jock. I was shocked that he even asked me out. Granted, he was drunk at a fraternity party when he fell on one knee and slurred his request, but I’d still been overjoyed that finally a cool guy had spotted me out of the crowd of hot women.
Our two-year relationship embarrassed me anytime I replayed it in my head. He was a user. I did his homework, washed his clothes, cleaned his frat room, and worked his shifts in the cafeteria whenever he wanted to go out and party.
It was like he’d sniffed out my lack of confidence and soared down to attack. Vivian hated him so much, that the two of us could never do anything with her. I made the mistake of introducing him to Benny one Thanksgiving. During dessert, my idiot ex ordered me to stop eating pie because he didn’t want to date a fatty. Benny punched him in the eye.
To say things went downhill from there was an understatement.
He demanded I stay away from Benny and Vivian, but that was the one thing I stood my ground on. We argued all the time after that.
My old best friend, Yvonne, told me I was treating my boyfriend unfairly and that I should be happy to be with him because he was a major catch. On the other side of the opinion spectrum was Vivian. She thought his demands proved he was a controlling and emotionally abusive loser. She also confessed that she daydreamed about sticking his penis into a meat grinder.
Regardless, when I’d gone by his room one afternoon to check on him since he’d missed class, I wasn’t that shocked or stunned when I saw him receiving a blow job.
What destroyed me was that it was my best friend Yvonne giving it.
Two years of my life and love down the drain.
I gazed at Chase and Lucy asleep on the bed.
And here I stood in a situation that didn’t even look good on paper. My gut yelled run, and I’d found out through the years that my instinct tended to be right. I’d made a huge mistake by stepping into Chase’s insane world.
It’s just not me.
I bet there were loads of people out in the world who wouldn’t have minded Lucy watching them have sex, but I wasn’t one of them. Chase had simply chosen the wrong girl.
No. I’m not mentally or emotionally designed for this.
I tiptoed across the room. The sunlight peeked between the curtains.
Where are my clothes?
