The front door opens and closes, whoever it was leaving before they could be seen. I can only assume it was Davis’s girl from last night.
I don’t know what the fuck he was doing to her but they were loud as fuck, and by the time five in the morning rolled around, I was wide awake and trying my hardest not to lose my mind. I was slamming my face so hard into the pillows on my bed, I’m surprised that I don’t have a concussion right now.
Wait… five. Steph wasn’t in bed with me at five, and she wasn’t with me this morning. I assumed she had slept with me because, well, there’s no reason for her not- holy shit.
I gasp and drop the fork I was holding, sending it clattering to the floor. I turn my wide eyes to Steph and stare at her, there’s no way. Everyone gives me a weird look –and to be fair I would too. I will be getting some fucking information out of that girl as soon as I possibly can.
“Sorry” I say, bending over to pick up my fork, “I just thought of something I forgot for school.”
There are so many things running through my head right now, and I don’t want to make assumptions but the girl isn’t giving me many options to choose from. I think it’s safe to say she didn’t sleep on the couch, I mean she would fight Lucas before she let herself sleep in the living room. I know for a fact that she wouldn’t crawl into bed with Lucas, and seeing as Davis had a girl spend the night, he’s out too. Blair is a gentleman and would offer to give Steph his bed, so would Miller… but I think out of all the options, August is the safest bet.
Speaking of Davis and his sexual adventures last night, the stupid fuck is finally joining the rest of us. I’m genuinely considering throwing this can at his big stupid head.
Look, I get it, I really do… he’s a college guy and I don’t expect him to change his ways just because I’m living with him now. But for the love of god, he could at least try to be quiet.
Scratch that, I’m no longer thinking about it, I down the rest of my red-bull and chuck the can at the back of his head.
He turns around, rubbing the spot with furrowed brows, “what the fuck was that for Claire?” He grumbles.
“You woke me up at five in the fucking morning, and kept me up for hours with your god damn fuckathon. Next time can you be fucking quiet?” I scream. I swear this mother fucker is going to get a foot up his ass in two seconds because he has the audacity to smirk at me. This isn’t a fucking joke.
“I can’t help that I’m a good lay Claire bear, the girl was feeling good.” He shrugs his shoulders, causing Blair and Lucas to burst into a fit of laughter.
I glare at them both, and turn back to Davis, “then slap your hand over her mouth or something, I don’t exactly want to hear her chanting your name over and over again the whole night.”
“What ifyouwere the one chanting my name?” he winks, blowing me a kiss.
That’s it. I’m kicking his ass.
I jump from my spot in the kitchen, and he instantly starts running in the other direction, laughing his ass off. I chase him into the living room and tackle him to the ground. I sit on his chest, pinning his arms under my knees and hold his face in my hands, squishing his cheeks together.
“Make another smart-ass comment and I will not hesitate to kick your ass.” I move in closer to his face, trying to hide my smile, “am I clear?” He nods his head and I roll off of him.
His comments don’t actually bother me, and yeah he can be a little sexual sometimes, but I don’t think he would actually try anything.
Blair comes over and wraps his arms around my shoulders, “I think you’re fitting in quite nicely.”
I finally let go of the smile I’ve been holding in as I watch my friends. Laughing together, arguing, talking about stupid shit… almost like we’ve known each other for years.
* * *
I’m wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with Steph, watching a movie. The credits start to roll and I turn to her, “can I ask you a question?”
“What’s up?” she says, pulling out her phone.
“Where did you end up sleeping last night?”
She looks up slightly, freezing for a moment before her cheeks blaze bright red. She puts her phone down and looks at me, “I slept in August’s room.” Her voice is soft, like if she says it quiet enough then it won’t be true or I won’t hear her.
I squeal, “no fucking way! No fucking way!” She tries to shush me but I won't let her, “no, we are not going to just breeze by this, I want all the details.”
“It’s not a big deal, nothing happened, so get those nasty thoughts out of your head right now.” I giggle at how well she knows me, “we did sleep in the same bed but there was nothing romantic or sexual about it. You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you up, so when I got upstairs and he offered I just took it.”
I can’t lie, I’m a little disappointed that there wasn’t at least a little kissing, but baby steps are good.
She can deny it all she wants, but I know that she likes August. I can see it in her eyes when she looks at him, or the way she blushes when I mention his name. There is a crush growing, and I think she should go for it. She hides her feelings from people because she’s scared of getting hurt, but August would never hurt her like that.
“I believe you, but can you do me one little favour please?” I ask, “can you just admit that you have a little crush on him?”
