The One who got Away

Holy shit!

Chapter Fourteen – Zane

I love seeing Leah squirm, it’s hilarious. But that isn’t why I’ve said all of this. It’s true and it feels good to get it off my chest. It’s freeing actually, to say those words. I didn’t think that it would be. I never even thought that I would say them I certainly didn’t plan it, but when am I going to get a chance just as good as this?

And my God, this boyfriend means nothing. He’s so clearly boring. If he wasn’t, Leah would have some enthusiasm about him but she doesn’t. If I decide that I do want to be with her again – and I can’t be sure that I will because right now my head is all over the place – then she’ll be putty in my damn hands.

“I… I see…” Leah stammers. “I guess I never thought… I mean, I tried not to read too much into it.”

But it’s obvious from her expression that she’s lying. She probably broke her heart over me which sucks. I wish I could tell her that she was the only girl that I actually cared about back then. With her, it was always different. I felt things that I wanted to explore. I would have done too, if I hadn’t been forced to leave.

“Yeah, so now you know anyway.” I offer her a one shouldered shrug, staring to feel embarrassed. Leah is uncomfortable that I’ve laid my heart on the line so I suppose it’s best to get back to being the joke me. “Not that I expect you to care much, I just want you to know. So, what do you do these days? You a stripper?”

“A stripper?” As anger fills her face I can see her relaxing a little. This is her safe place when it comes to me so that’s fine, I’ll stick to it if it makes things easier for you. “Of course not! I work in an office.”

“Ooh, stimulating. That must be lots of fun for you. Honestly, I think you’d be better off as a stripper.”

“That’s it.” She grabs her cell phone once more. “I’m calling Brandon now. I think he needs to see you.”

I don’t stop her this time, to be honest I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself for much longer. With the images of her in that red polka dot dress still in my mind, and the sight of the grown up version of her today, there’s a real stirring in my pants and I have the feeling that any minute I’m going to grab her and ravish her. Screw her boyfriend, forget everything else in our way. I really want to just… act wild with her.

“Hey, Brandon,” she says quietly into the phone. “You will never guess who’s here?” I can’t hear the other end of the conversation, but I know for a fact that he won’t be thinking of me. Why would he? I’m sure when I walked out of his life he didn’t ever think he’d see me again. That’s why he hasn’t pushed the contact between us, just as I haven’t. “No, no, look.” Leah glances at me. “I think it might be best if you just get home and find out. Trust me, it’s going to be a really big surprise. Alright, I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

As she hangs up the phone, I decide to try a different tactic with her, mostly because I need to do something to get rid of the very obvious thick sexual tension that’s clinging to the air. Brandon isn’t stupid, he’ll smell that the moment he walks in, and while he might not be as protective of his sister as he once was, I’m sure that he’ll still kick my ass without a moment of hesitation. I don’t want that to be my home coming.

“So, how did Brandon meet this Jenny? Who is she? Is she good for him?”

“Oh, well for a while he was with this girl from college. Her name was Natalie. Urgh, I hated her.” She shakes her head in disgust. “He couldn’t see it because he was all loved up but she was a real bitch. All controlling and nasty, scheming too. I warned him that she would hurt him which was exactly what she did?”

I lean across the kitchen counter to get in closer. “Why, what did she do?”

“She cheated on him with his friend. It was a truly terrible time, I’m sure you can imagine, right?”

Ooh yeah, even the thought of Brandon getting his heart broken makes me wince. I bet he fell apart and sobbed. That’s the only problem with being the good guy, it’s easy to get trampled all over. Mind you, it isn’t like I’ve always been strong myself, it’s just my father that’s destroyed me, rather than a girl.

“So, when he came back here I don’t think he ever planned to fall in love, but Jenny works with him, and well… she’s just the sweetest, you know? She’s really good to him and she makes him happy. I think that they will end up getting married. At least, I hope they do. It’ll be good for them both.”

The idea of my friend being ready to get married is almost too much to handle. But I suppose this is the age that a lot of people think about settling down to start a family. I mean, not everyone. Some guys are age are still really into the bar scene. I don’t know about me, I’m not sure where I am anymore. I’m not exactly wifed up but I don’t want to hook up with every random skank the comes my way either. I have no interest.

“Oh well, that’s something,” I reply with a long nod. “I’m glad that he’s in a good place.”

“You’ll see for yourself when he gets here. Although I don’t know if Jenny will be with him or not.”

We stare at each other for a few more moments, neither of us quite knowing what to say. Even though I tried, there are still a whole load of things hanging in the air, left completely unsaid, and that shows. I wish I could bring them up, but it’s too awkward. It’s too quick, I don’t want to push things. I don’t want to freak her out. Plus, Brandon is on the way. There’s no way in hell that I can start a serious conversation between us when it’ll be interrupted at any moment. Much as I don’t think I will, I hope I get another chance to say it all.

“Oh, I think that might be him.” Leah glances towards the door as we hear noise. “Yeah, it sounds like it.”

We move apart rapidly as if we’ve been set on fire, I get the impression that Leah thi

nks we’ve done something wrong which is crazy because we haven’t. We’re just sitting here talking.

Leah moves to the other side of the kitchen and she busies herself. I straighten my back and wait impatiently for Brandon to finally get in here. I’m nervous about Leah but also happy to see my friend again. As I hear his footsteps, I smile to myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real genuine friend.

“Oh my God!” Brandon exclaims loudly as he spots me. “Zane, is that really you?”

I jump up and extend my arms, welcoming him in for an embrace. “It’s really me, buddy, how is it?”

He wraps his arms around me and we pat each other’s back in a friendly manner. It’s almost as if the last five years haven’t happened and I’ve just been gone for one night. It’s like this is the morning after the party and we’re meeting up to discuss all the gossip from the night before. Strange, how that’s happened.