a message when he doesn’t live at the House and doesn’t show up to the parties.
New Guy: They did.
He replies and when I scroll down I see all the messages I’ve missed. All about the hockey team. The bane of our existence. These guys have decided that now’s the time to mingle with the football team. They’re a bunch of savages and usually, when they show up, all the furniture that isn’t moved to the basement ends up broken.
Turning on the car, I drive the short distance to the Football House ready to kick people out.
AMELIA
I twist and turn in bed all night until I finally give up. Sleep is not happening today and it’s all thanks to my sister. Whenever I close my eyes, I can’t help but think about her words.
Are you sure?
Am I sure that I’m the only one he’s currently seeing? That’s what she was asking. I said yes to her but the reality is that I don’t know. Every second I spend lying on this bed is more time I spend thinking about him.
About other girls.
About him and other girls.
I’m not jealous. Not one bit. I don’t care.
The reason I talked to him at that party isn’t that I was looking for someone to fall in love with. Actually, it was the complete opposite.
I was looking for someone I could get what I wanted from and nothing more.
He isn’t the relationship type. He’s not my type.
He’s a temporary person in my life who I won’t miss when I move on to the next chapter.
But still, the thought of other girls bothers me.
I sit up in my bed and look at the clock. 5 am. He left my house at 2 am and it was almost 3 am by the time I actually settled into bed.
Luckily, by the time I came back from getting water, my sister was out of my room and left me alone with the questions she had put in my head.
I turn to the side and grab my phone from under my pillow. Unlocking the phone, I do something I’ve never done before. I prepare myself to send a text that may give him the wrong impression.
Me: Are you sleeping with other girls?
I send it and hate that it sounds like I’m jealous.
Me: If you are, it’s fine. I’m not jealous or anything. I just would like to know.
I send a follow-up text and cringe the moment I press send. I don’t know if I’m making it better or worse. Still, if he’s sleeping with other girls, then our arrangement is done.
Surprisingly, I see the three dots indicating he’s typing. I guess he didn’t get much sleep after he left either.
Football Player: Are you sure you’re not jealous? ;)
His answer doesn’t surprise me. I have to admit I sound like a jealous girlfriend.
Me: Not jealous. I just want to know I’m not at risk of being given something I don’t want.
Football Player: Like what?
Me: Have you ever taken a health class?
Football Player: I think so… just never paid any attention really.
I roll my eyes then type up the next reply.
Me: So, is that a yes on sleeping with other girls?
Football Player: Are you sleeping with other guys?
Me: Why does that matter?
The answer is no. Plain and simple. I don’t want to be in a relationship with other guys. I don’t need other guys. I get what I want from Nick and that’s that.
Football Player: You’re asking me… you should answer the same question.
Me: I asked you first.
Football Player: I want to know before I answer.
Me: Would you even care if I were?
Football Player: …
Me: What does that mean?
Football Player: I’m trying to think about whether I care…
I cannot stand him. Still though, I keep him around. It could’ve been and should’ve been a one and done type of thing. I don’t know how I’ve convinced myself to keep it going. I guess Nick deserves a little credit for that.
Me: You shouldn’t.
Football Player: Do you?
Me: I care for specific reasons…
Football Player: We’ve been sleeping together for a few months now and this question has never come up. Why now?
Me: I hadn’t thought about it until today.
I reply to him honestly. If it weren’t for my sister, I would’ve gotten a great night of sleep and wouldn’t be talking to Nick at the crack of dawn.
Football Player: You falling for me?
Me: Keep dreaming.
Football Player: I’ll just keep waiting for you to.
Me: So, are you just not going to answer the question?
Football Player: You first.
Me: