SIMONA
"Did you see Solange?"
"No. But she must have left quickly because I didn't see her after all the choas settled."
"I should call to check on her. She seems so scared back there." Thanks to Mom going way over herself. My hand fumbles inside my backpack searching for my phone. A mini heart attack catches me when I don't find it. I am never apart from my phone because it's one of the major things that prevents me from getting bored out of my life.
I am careful not to lose it too. So how is it not in here? Please, please tell me that I didn't leave it in that room? I hold the backpack upside down, spilling out the whole contents on my lap. "Is everything okay?" Freddy asks.
"No. I think I left my phone." I croak. Just then I see a purple glitter peeking in between a crumpled shirt—the phone case decor. "Oh, thank goodness!" I rejoiced, clutching the phone tightly to my chest. A happy smile playing on my lips. I would have made Freddy drive me back to that house if I had not found it.
"Thank goodness too. Here, I was starting to panic that I might have to take you to the ER." He says.
"Hey, who isn't like that when they misplace their phone."
FREDDY
The look she had on before finding her phone was terrific panic. I hadn't thought about it before. There must be something in it like a nude picture of her or a sex chat. There might be. The girls I have been with before all have it. She most likely will too right? But she also seems too innocent for something like that at the same time. Man, I deserve an award. This is the longest I have went out with a girl without bedding her. No, I don't even go out with girls as I did not see the point when we both know what we want at the end of it all. I pushed back the goal of fucking her to the far corners of my mind ever since I met her mother who is very nice and instantly likes me for her daughter. She is not much of a good character judge I must say, but she is nicer than my own mother. Not wanting to let her feel disappointed I am stuck playing the good romantic boyfriend before a smash. I have the feeling that I will do this for long time so the breakup would seem thoughtful and our relationship less of a play tactic.
"How much longer until we get there?" She said, yawning.
"We are here." I announced. She looks at the house and then at me. "Your house?"
"Yes." That's what we kind of agreed on by her entering my car.
"Like where you and your parents stay?" I nodded yes to her question. An expression I cannot name flickered across her face. "I meant your dorm apartment or something. Not your parents house!"
"Same difference, but my dorm apartment is too messy. I don't think you will be comfortable there."
"I won't be comfortable either with my boyfriend's parents." She said.
"Why not?"
"Just because it is their house." She emphasize. She has not met my mom yet, but her worries aren't unfounded. My mom is not big on being a nice person. I always blame my Dad for giving me and my siblings a mean, nonchalant mother. She has changed after her divorce with dad though. Making me start to believe that she was sort of transferring dislike for him to us.
"Well, you are in luck." I stated with a smirk. "It is just my Mom, and she isn't home. She went on a beauty trip."
"Beauty trip?"
"Some people take beauty a little too seriously than others." Simona laughs softly. The kind in which her perfect white teeth are visible in a gummy smile. Her eyes smiles too and her shallow one-sided dimple let's itself be seen. She rarely laughs. She doesn't laugh at my silly jokes which the other girls do. I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen her laugh. Her laugh is always special to me. I don't miss it. I don't even realize that I am staring until she goes back to her normal almost grumpy resting face. I am the kind of player who makes girls happy before going for the shot. Even when I pretend to date them, I don't go this far—like strict dating for weeks. With Simona, I don't know. . . I guess I am kinda scared. Even the time when she kissed me the most simplest kiss on my cheek, I could not pull her in and go further as I had wanted to. I slept cursing myself that day. I still go to bed everyday wondering how her beautiful, soft preachy lips will taste. How her body will taste.
"Not that I mind, but are we going to stay here?" Her question pulls me out of my mind. "Sorry about that."
"You apologize way too much Freddy. What were you thinking about? Tell me." Her lips form into a small cute pout. I quickly averted my eyes before I do something that she is not ready for.
"Nothing." I said flatly. I can't tell her that I thinking about boning her, can I? This is mostly why I love freaky girls. They would take that as a huge compliment. Then we will go down on ourselves before we even make it inside.
I parked and went out to the other side to get the door for her, only she gets down before I could reach it. "Why don't you wait for me to get it for you? You do this every time we go out." I say.
"I dunno. It is a nice gesture but I don't want to be used to it, and then expecting the next guy to do it for me when we break up." She replies. "When we break up" She always speaks about that. And it sort of angers me. All of the girls that I was with previously, they loved and wanted the idea of forever. They wanted to tie me down to them with commitment. But this girl, It is like she has already sensed it and cannot wait for us to breakup. Neither can I too, but I don't like hearing her say it. If she laughs and smiles as many times as she says that, it will be very great.
"Your house is beautiful!" She exclaims almost as soon as she enters into the sitting room. She isn't smiling, but her current expression is close it to. I keep looking at it nonetheless.
"You still see this as beautiful? It is not close to yours."
"Stop it Freddy, that place is not my house." She says with a light scowl. I held my hands up as a silent apology gesture since she said I apologize too much.
"The sofas look so comfy." She runs to sit on one but gets her ass up immediately like she just sat on fire. I ask her what the problem is, and just then all the throw pillows falls to the floor as a figure rises from a sleeping position. Simona almost screams,
"Mom?" I called.