"Okay," he said. "Do you need a ride to school?"
I frowned slightly. "No...thanks, but I got it."
"Okay, see you later."
"Yeah, bye," I replied, a bit distractedly.
I hung the phone up, frowning more deeply. He was offering me rides to school? Was he being nice to me again? Or was he just hoping to pick me up a little early and get a quickie before school?
I decided it was probably the latter, so I just rolled my eyes, half smiling, and pulled out my school books.
Between my work schedule and his, it seemed virtually impossible to hook up at all that week. Even at school, I sat with Stephanie instead of him, because I didn't want to rub anything in Andy's face.
Plus, I wasn't exactly sure where we stood in the public eye. I hadn't told Stephanie anything yet, because she was friends with Kayla. I wasn't exactly sure what I would tell her, anyway. Technically, Derek and I weren't actually a couple; we were just glorified fuck-buddies, to be brutally honest. Granted, he wasn't cheating on anyone anymore, and neither was I, but we were still both single, we were just having casual mind blowing sex when we got the chance.
What did that make me, I wondered?
"Whore," Kayla muttered one day, walking past me.
Luckily I didn't care what she thought of me, because I didn't like her. If she was bitter because Derek wanted me more than he wanted her, that simply wasn't my problem.
I really didn't feel the need for a conventional title, though. In fact, if he wanted to give me a conventional title, I would probably be a little worried. The last thing I needed was for him to go thinking we were a real couple. A couple of people, yes, and we both enjoyed the same things sexually, but that was the extent of it. I absolutely did not care about him in any other way. It was purely a physical thing.
And I wasn't jealous when he was with Kayla, I was just annoyed because she was such a bitch.
Weekend finally came, and Derek got off work at 1:30 on Saturday, while I got off at 3, so he asked me if I wanted to hang out that day. His dad was working that night, so he wouldn't be home for hours. This news pleased me, and we made plans for him to pick me up at five, and we would go back to his place.
When we got back to his house, he took me on a brief tour, skipping over his room, saying we would get back to that one. In the kitchen, he paused to ask if I was thirsty.
"Nope," I replied, crossing my hands in front of me innocently and looking up at him.
"Want to see my room?"
I smiled and nodded my head, and he lightly took my hand, surprising me a little, then led me down the hall to the room across from the bathroom. He opened the door and turned on the light.
His room was tidy, which surprised me, with a simple double bed, a television, a coffee table with various papers, school books and a couple black and white pony tail holders.
I climbed on his bed, lying back on my elbows and declaring, "This is my favorite room."
He came down on top of me, causing me to smile. "Is it?" he asked.
"Most definitely," I said with a nod, as he leaned in, teasing me a little, acting like he was going to kiss me, then kissing me on the nose instead.
"Tease," I accused, reaching up and pulling his pony tail out, letting his hair fall down around him.
"You like my hair, don't you?" he said, watching my face with amusement.
"Very much," I agreed. Then, although I don't believe I meant to, I blurted, "It never fails to turn me on."
He raised his eyebrows, nodding thoughtfully. "I'll have to remember that."
I nodded my agreement. "You should."
"So, do you want to watch tv or anything?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No."
He chuckled. "Nympho."