I had run out earlier, so the coffee that I had switched off was still in the pot and just needed warming up – it wasn’t the best way to drink coffee, but I didn’t want to waste it. I merely switched it back on and waited for it to heat. A good French roast and a book. That’s what I needed. I could wallow in self-pity all day and gorge on chocolate. With that in mind I started rummaging through my cupboards.
I was as partial to chocolate as the next person and as long as I had a supply in the house, I was ok. What I couldn’t stand was not having a supply. I didn’t eat it every day but knowing it was there when I needed it was what mattered.Bit like my friends,I thought sourly.
However, a few weeks ago I had let those friends into my home and Theo had the worst sweet tooth out of all of us. So much so that he seemed to have found all my stash and eaten it.
Damn himI thought as I slammed the last hiding place cupboard shut. It was totally unbelievable that they had been through my stuff like this. Again, I should have felt invaded or something, but they just didn’tthinkwhen it came to me. I was simply one of them. Well to two of them at least. Although after today, maybe not even two of them.
I walked back into my bedroom and flung on some comfy clothes to allow myself to sit and wallow. As I slipped on my yoga pants, which had never seen a yoga mat, I began to get angry. What was I doing? I was not this little mouse anymore. OK, I wasn’t in on the big stupid secret that was probably a good thing, because I knew,knew, they would never be such dicks to me otherwise.
I huffed as I drank a cup of coffee, I scrunched my nose, yeah maybe I shouldn’t have been such a tight ass and made a new pot. So much for losing myself in caffeine heaven.
My phone beeped. I was tempted to ignore it. Which was ironic really. This morning I had been desperate to get to the phone and now I was dreading the text. I reached for it and grinned. It was Jay.
Jay:Hey, how are you?
Me:I’m good, you?
Jay:Fine. Thinking I need to see you
Me:Really? You just saw me last night.
I was biting back a smile.
Jay:Shut up. Meet me in the square at 9:00 tomorrow. We’re going hiking
My nose screwed up. Hiking? It wasn’t one of my pastimes.
Me:Hiking?
Jay:Yeah, look out the window, those hills are the Flat Irons, you don’t want to walk up them? Or…you don’t want to come with me?
Me:Um…I don’t know how to hike...?
Jay:You know how to walk though?
Me:Don’t be smart!
Jay:Good girl x
That silly x at the end of the text had me grinning like a Cheshire cat. Ok, so I was going hiking tomorrow. Did that entail boots or would my Skechers do? I mean they were called ‘Go Walk’ after all.
My phone beeped again. I grabbed it.
Jay:Yeah…I can’t wait for tomorrow. Meet me later?
A laugh escaped me as I agreed to meet him after work. He gave me directions to an autobody shop that was just a few blocks down from campus. He finished at 5:00, so with a plan for later, my mood improved.
I still dwelled far too much on this morning and the bruises on the guys, well except Colton. Although, he could have been black and blue and just not shown me. However, as the morning passed, and I forced myself to do some homework – I found myself looking forward to this afternoon.
Theo texted me in the afternoon, but I ignored him. Well I read his text which apologised for this morning. He and Matt had left the house early so Connor wouldn’t see them which is what he should have thought of earlier without involving me.
I growled at the phone and the message, still slightly pissed off. I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to get into it. They managed without me, that was the message.Good for them.
When my assignments for the week were completed, I went to look at my wardrobe for what I could wear to meet Jay. He hadn’t said we were doing anything, so I didn’t know what to wear. Though it was Saturday and Jay wasn’t someone who was going to go home after work and eat tacos in front of ‘Dancing with the Stars.’
I opted for black jeans and a black lace trim studded camisole top. I paired it with a pair of black stiletto ankle boots. I fished out a black chiffon scarf which I wrapped loosely over the camisole. It was still warm outside, so I decided against the coat.
After my second shower of this morning, I had let my hair air dry. I pulled out the hair straighteners and messed with my long locks until they were sleek and shiny.