The Game Changer The Final Score - By L.M. Trio Page 0,63
I try to dismiss his doubts. Some days, he seems willing to make a go of it and other times he seems annoyed with me for not changing my mind about leaving. I really do care about him, but I’m at the point where I think time away from each other is what we need to see if our relationship is going to progress.
***
(Jesse)
After finishing up my shift at the Gallery, I walk along the avenue, going in and out of my favorite boutiques, searching for something special to wear, along with something sexy for underneath. After all, it’s been a long, long time. I call Mikey on my way home for some advice.
“What’s up?” he answers without saying hello.
“Hi. Is this Mr. Hollywood?” I ask.
“Funny. What’s goin’ on?”
“Luke’s coming home tomorrow.”
“No shit, he’s mentioned it about a thousand times,” he says sarcastically.
“That’s why I’m calling, I want your advice. I’ve missed him and I want to do something special. Got any ideas?” The second the words escape my lips, I’m already regretting asking him of all people.
He instantly starts laughing. “You are coming to me for advice?” he says with arrogance. “Good move. Be waiting in bed… naked… God knows you made the poor guy wait long enough.”
“Why did I bother coming to you again? Never mind.” I feel my cheeks get hot. Although it’s not a bad idea, I know I’ll never do it.
“Don’t play innocent, JJ. I know you can be pretty crazy, I heard the stories… school storage closets… the stadium stands…” he says, laughing, about to rattle off a list.
“I can’t believe he told you!” I scream, cutting him off. “Alright, time to change the subject. Maybe I’ll make him dinner or something,” I think out loud. “More importantly, when will you be home?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t interrupt,” he says slyly. “I’ll be here till next week. The keys are in the same spot; on the back patio, behind the rain spout. You can have the whole condo to yourselves. Just to warn you so you don’t get caught, Celia, my cleaning lady, will be there on Monday morning by ten.”
“Thanks for the tip.” I laugh, especially since I have nowhere else to be until Tuesday. “So how are things going?”
“I’m havin’ a good time,” he answers coolly.
“I can see that,” I answer candidly. Trying to see what kind of reaction I get from him, I continue, “I can’t believe De will be moving here soon. She’s flying in to Jersey for Thanksgiving. I think Lucca and Maria would like to have us all home. Don’t say anything to Luke. I want to talk to him about it. You’ll be there, right?”
“Of course.”
“Are you bringing Lora Rae?”
“No way, not Thanksgiving.”
“Are you with her now?”
“She’s in the other room, why?”
“De’s freaking out.”
“She is? Why?” he asks, suddenly his voice perks up and he seems interested.
“She says you ignored her at Luke’s game.”
“She’s full of shit. Why does she care, anyway?” he asks.
“Why do you think?”
“She only cares when she thinks I’m into someone besides her.”
“Funny. She says the same thing about you. What’s this about some bet that hasn’t been settled?” I can faintly hear him chuckle. “She thinks you forgot.”
“I didn’t forget,” he says as a matter of fact.
“Well, she thinks you did.”
***
(Mikey)
I hang up the phone and laugh to myself, thinking how Deanna is crazy to ever think that I’d forget anything that involves her. All I’ve thought about since we made that bet is making her pay up. I’m just biding my time until she moves to Florida. Hopefully, her jerk off boyfriend will be out of the way. I decided while I was in Arizona that I can’t stand him. He’s a big asshole who thinks he’s better than everyone else.
I actually spent most of that day pissed off that she was still with him. So in return, I did what I always do and pretended to be totally into Lora Rae, which I knew would get under her skin. I don’t know why we always feel the need to play this game with each other. Thinking about her, makes me want to hear her voice. Later that evening, I give her a call.
“Hello,” she answers.
“Hey, is this my favorite girl?” I whisper, not wanting Lora Rae to hear me on the phone.
“Yeah right,” De says sarcastically.
“You know you are,” I tease. She lets out a little chuckle. “What’s up?”