We haven’t done this in at least three years. Since we were in high school. Before my football accident and before the drugs. My chest feels light, and my body tingles with excitement. I love that this is something Anderson and I share together, only us. Not even his stupid girlfriend can compete with this. Makes me hopeful that maybe she won’t replace me in his eyes. Maybe he won’t leave me behind, forget all about me.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I stroll down the hall and into his room. I grab the remote before crawling on his bed and situating myself at the headboard. Finding the first movie on HBO Max, I wait for him to come in, pulling out my phone and noticing I have a text.
Kalen: Got some new shit today. Want to hang?
Me: Nah, bro. I’m not home this weekend. I’ll hit you up when I get back.
Kalen: Damn, for real? Good for you, boss. Have a good weekend.
Me: You too. :)
Moments like these with Anderson, like we’re kids again, make me want to getclean-clean. He’s the good in my life and I don’t fucking know where I’d be without him. He’s the type of friend that makes me want to be a better person.
Tossing my phone on the nightstand, Anderson walks into the room, one hand holding a bowl of buttery popcorn, the other holding a two-liter bottle of sprite and two red solo cups. His eyes gleam as they take me in, and I can’t help the wide grin that radiates from me.
“Ready?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely, bro.” He beams, handing me the bowl while he pours us each some soda.
We spend the next almost nine hours straight watching the first three movies. At one point, we ordered a couple of pizzas and some wings. Aston came home with Knox about an hour ago and they came in and stole some pizza, but quickly left because, again, HP isn’t their thing.
It’s a little after six in the evening and we’re about to start Goblet of Fire, when the door is pushed open. And fucking Calina walks in.
What.
The.
Fuck.
“Uh, hey,” Anderson says. “What are you doing here?”
I’m now hyper aware of the fact that I’m sitting in the exact spot that they fucked not even twenty-four hours ago. And now I can’t help but wonder if he wore a condom? Or did he come in her? Is his cum dried on the bed?
Knock it the fuck off.
“Just wanted to come hang out. Is that okay,detka?”
That fucking name again. Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “What the fuck does that even mean?”
Anderson sucks in a breath beside me while Calina narrows her eyes at me. Okay, so yeah, I didn’t mean for that to come out as rude as it did, but seriously? Why the fuck is she here?
“It means babe,” she spits out, with a fake ass smile on her face that doesn’t even meet her eyes. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Kind of,” I mumble under my breath at the same time Anderson says, “No, it’s fine. We’re having a movie marathon.”
“Perfect.” She grins. “What’re we watching?”
“Harry Potter.”
“Ugh. Really? Can we watch something else?”
Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? First, she comes byun-fucking-announced, and then demands we change what we were watching? Fuck her.
“Uh…” Anderson looks over at me, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I mean, I guess. But, Cal, we were kind of in the middle of this and you just barged in.”
He says it gently, clearly trying to be kind, but she looks as if she’s been slapped in the face. “Are you serious, Anderson?”
“Um, yes. I’m not trying to upset you, but you didn’t even let me know you were coming over and we already had plans. He’s only here for the weekend, Cal.”