Chapter Five - It is no excuse
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Brooke
I have been in a crappy mood all day after what happened at breakfast. I understand he is single and all, but it pisses me off when he completely ignores me like that, especially for some girl he doesn’t even know. Yes, I was jealous too, but he doesn’t know that. He has been trying to call me a couple of times today, but I ignored him, plus I have been busy with classes.
I would call him back at some point. All I wanted to do was go home and relax in a warm bath. I am glad I don’t need to work tonight because it gives me time to relax and do some studying.
I arrive home, drop my things on the sofa and head to run my bath. I put some coconut bubble bath in it. It takes forever to run; the waterworks in my apartment suck. It gave me time to grab a quick bite to eat. I am not in the mood for cooking, but I am sure I can find something.
I stroll to the kitchen, open the fridge, and when I do, I see a container sitting on the shelf, one which wasn’t there this morning. I notice a note on it. I peel the note from the plastic.
Sorry, sweetness
Evan x
I take the container out and see it has a slice of carrot cake in it. Carrot cake is my favourite, so this is Evan’s way of apologising to me. I don’t mean to, but I find myself smiling. He knows me too well. As tempting as the cake is, I place it back in the fridge, looking for something a little more substantial first. I have enough to toss a salad together and some cooked chicken to mix through it. Simple yet taste. It doesn’t take long for me to prep, and I sit down at my table to eat and take my phone from my pocket. I should probably text Evan.
Thank you for my carrot cake. I am still mad at you, though.
He isn’t getting forgiven that easily because he needs to learn it is rude to ignore someone who is in your company. It takes only a few seconds to reply.
You are welcome. I am sorry I acted like an asshole this morning. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that xx
I leave the conversation there. I will text back or call him once I have my bath. I concentrate on my food. Once I finish, I sigh, resting back on the chair. I look around at my lonely apartment. I sometimes wish I had someone to share my meals with, hang out with and snuggle up watching movies with. Yes, I do all of those things with Evan, but I mean more romantically. I honestly don’t mind being on my own most of the time, but on the odd occasion, it does bother me.
I snap out of it, clean my dinner dishes, and check on my bath. It is nearly ready. I strip down, releasing my hair from my tie. I stand in front of the mirror, shaking my head. I honestly don’t like my reflection. I wish I were prettier or more confident. I hate when I bring myself down, but sadly, it is something I have struggled with since I was a kid.
I groan, frustrated and stop staring into it. I turn the warm water of my bath off, adding a little cold before slipping into it. I rest back, close my eyes and let the warm water relax my body. Yes, this is what I need. I don’t plan on leaving the house for the rest of the night, so I can put my pjs on when I finish.
I start drifting off, but suddenly I hear the bathroom door open. I nearly jump out of my skin, squealing and open my eyes. Evan is standing in the middle of my bathroom, laughing at me.
“What the f**k, dude! Don’t do s**t like that to me.” I hiss, throwing water from the tub at him, soaking him.
“Come on, what was that for?” he whines.
“Because you scared the s**t out of me. You couldn’t have knocked or announced yourself, jackass.” I snap.
Thank God the bubbles are covering my body.
He pouts, “I did call out, but you didn’t answer.”
I raise my brow at him, “And you thought, hey, I will just barge in on my best friend taking a bath?”
“Yes, that about sums it up.” he shrugs.
He slips his wet tee off and comes to sit on the floor next to the bath.
“Brooke, I am sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to upset you, angel. I acted like an asshole, something I seem to be doing a lot recently, and you don’t deserve that from me. You are the only one who has always been there for me.” he says sadly.
“It is Okay, Evan. I know you are still hurting after your breakup, and do what you need to make yourself feel better.” I reply, turning to him.
“That isn’t an excuse for me to treat you like s**t, Brooke. I don’t know why you haven’t told me to f**k off by now.” he sighs.
I reach over, resting my hand on his shoulder, “Because you are my best friend, and I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetness.” He replies, smiling brightly.
Oh, how I wish he meant those words in a different context.
I don’t like seeing my best friend sad or hurting, but all I can do is be there for him and hope in time, he heals.
“Can I hang out here with you tonight?” he asks.
“Yeah, sure, but I have some studying to do, so you will need to amuse yourself for a little while.”
“I am sure I can manage that,” he laughs.
“Now, can you please leave my bathroom so I can finish up in my bath without risking you seeing anything you shouldn’t?” I would rather not have my entire body on show to him when the bubbles vanish.
A cheeky smile grows on his lips, “I would have no issue with that.”
I splash water at him again, “Get out, you perv.” I demand.
He laughs loudly, jumps to his feet and leaves the bathroom. I giggle once I know he is out of earshot because of what he said. He doesn’t say comments like those to me often, and when he does, I like it, probably more than I should. I know he means nothing by them and is only teasing me.
I wash my body and hair before getting out and wrap a towel around me and one in my hair too. I stroll to my bedroom to change; luckily, he isn’t there. I quickly dry off, changing into shorts and a tee, braiding my wet hair and searching for him.
Evan is on my sofa, and his feet are on my coffee table. He is watching TV and drinking one of my beers. He looks up, smiling.
He pats the spot next to him, “Come join me, princess, and have a beer before you need to study.”
“Sure, I will have one of MY beers.” I snicker, shaking my head.
I sit down, placing my legs over his and lift the beer he had sitting out for me. Evan rubs my legs, “Can I help with your studying?”
“No, I got it. Thanks, though. I only need a couple of hours, and then I am all yours.” I say, kissing his cheek.
He flashes a dorky smile at me, “Okay, well, get to studying because the sooner you do, the sooner you will be done, and I can steal you.”
“Yes, sir.” I giggle.
I have no idea what we will end up doing but I guess we will find out.
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