Tempt the Ex (Tempt 2.5)

Is this bitch serious? I finally see it, the jealousy inside her words and inside her eyes. “Yeah, I really should thank you for opening my eyes.” I don’t continue to tell her that I’ve opened my eyes to what a conniving little bitch she is, or that I hope she gets bed bugs in her vagina. Instead, I turn back and check my phone and see that he still hasn’t answered. Instead, I text Melissa.

Recon tomorrow. I gotta win my man back. And I have to look for a new place to live. Oh, and where can one purchase bed bugs?

I press send and look over to see that Arya is sitting down with her computer and her earbuds in. Yup, tomorrow is a brand new day.

Chapter 5

John

“She texted me, and I didn’t text her back.” I look down at my phone and then up at Austin and Noah, who are both on their computers. “You guys told me not to text her, but I don’t know.” I look at them. “I should have texted her.”

“You can’t look like a dog waiting for a bone,” Noah says. “Make her grovel. Did you drop off the letters?” He asks about the five letters we have done.

“I’ve dropped off two with a third this morning. I had to dress in a hoodie in case someone saw me,” I tell them both. “I swear I saw her shadow in the window and had to duck for cover.” I look down at my hands. “I fucking scraped my hands, and I think I might have dislocated my knee.” I rub my kneecap and feel the pain right away. Getting up, I go to the freezer and take out a bag of peas to place on my kneecap. “Dude, and yesterday, her roommate Arya was all up in my junk.”

Austin’s eyes come up from his computer. “What do you mean was all up in your junk?” Noah’s eyes come up also. “Did she touch your junk?” he asks me with one eyebrow up.

“No!” I scoff at him as I change hands on the bag of peas. “She didn’t touch my junk, far from it. She was just weird and shit.” I look at them.

“Define weird,” Austin asks as Noah crosses his arms across his chest.

“Well, she was all touchy and shit, and then I moved away from her or I got up to get water, and when I sat down, I purposely moved away from her a bit. And then she was asking me if I wanted to study with her one on one.”

“Hmm,” Noah says. “Maybe she wants your junk.” Austin nods. “Maybe she heard your penis is big and shit and wants to make sure it’s true. Whatever you do, don’t send a dick picture.” We both laugh at him. “That shit is not cool.”

“Anyway, it was just weird, and then when we left, she texted me that it was good catching up.” I squint my eyes. “Good catching up? I barely said five words to her while I was dating Dani, let alone had a full-blown conversation.” I get up, putting the peas back into the freezer as I limp back.

“Maybe it’s a trick,” Noah says and then continues. “Like maybe she is showing Dani that you want her and that you’re a no good-for-nothing piece of shit.” I’m about to huff out, but he puts his hand up. “I know you’re not, dude, but maybe she’s trying to get you in a compromising situation and then tell Dani all about how you’re a douche.”

“I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole.” I point at him, and add, “Or with your dick.”

“I think we should leave my dick out of this. My dick has nothing to do with this situation,” Noah says, getting up to go to the fridge for a beer, then twisting off the top and throwing the cap in the trash. “There is that big Monster Mash on Saturday. I say we go and see if she shows up.”

“I don’t want to go to these stupid parties. I just want to chill out at home with my girl. Order fucking Chinese food and just fucking chill,” I say, frustrated. “Rent a movie, make out, and then just stay home.”

“You”—Noah points at me—“have to remember that you aren’t fucking forty and married. Now Austin and I are dressing up like Sonny & Rico from Miami Vice.” He takes a pull of his beer. “What are you going as?” he asks, and I shrug. “I have my costume of Poncho from Chips from last year. You’d need your own sunglasses, though, because I broke the last pair.”

I throw my hands in the air. “Fine, okay, I’ll go, but if I see she isn’t there, I’m leaving.” I push away from the table and limp my way to my room. Lying on my bed, I pick up the framed picture of the two of us on our backs taken one night while we laid with each other. It took five different tries. Each one came out blurry because we kept laughing. I put the picture back and finally close my eyes to go to sleep.