Chapter Chapter Twenty
Zeke236 is now online.
I groaned, putting my head back, would it be completely out of line to unfriend him? I tried to ignore it and continue to play, my concentration completely whacked. I threw my controller down when I died groaning. “Why is this so hard?” I said out loud, not sure if it was the game or my life at this point. I slammed my eyes shut when another notification came up.
Zeke236 invites you to play online.
“Oh god,” I said as I opened them. I had no idea what to do but I wasn’t rude so I clicked accept and held my breath. Our avatars came into focus and I clicked on Zeke's, the little red sign above the head told me he wasn’t connected to a microphone. My messages popped up on the side and my stomach dropped.
Zeke236: ‘Any thoughts on tactics?’
I blinked at the screen, unsure how to respond. I wondered for a minute if he knew it was me. I shook my head, of course, he chose my name. I wrote out a response and deleted it a few times before finally sending him a response.
MaskedS: ‘Whatever you want. I was thinking slow and hiding’
I reread my message and hated it. I was actually going to say hard and fast but I thought that would have too many sexual connotations. We both started playing, no further communication between us until Zeke died again. A message popped up and took a breath in.
Zeke236: ‘Put your microphone on’
The message was a demand and I felt sick as I turned it on and put it on my head.
“Sasha," Zeke breathed out and my heart jumped.
“Hi,” I said quietly.
“I wanted to check in on how you're feeling”. His words were soft and it made my heart ache.
“I’m not great," I breathed out, throwing my controller next to me. “You?” I asked.
“Not great. I’m surprised I didn’t crash to be honest.” I blinked a few times to try and get rid of my tears.
“Sash," Zeke breathed out and I completely broke down, sobbing into the microphone. “Baby please." Zeke's voice was nearly as bad as mine and it was making me sob harder. “You don’t want this, I know you don’t.” He was right, I didn’t want it but I was scared and knew my mind would run with me every day.
“How was work, did you see her?” I asked, trying to be funny.
“I actually did. I can also assure you I made it very clear I have a girlfriend which she understood”.
“You don’t have a girlfriend though”. I whispered.
“I fucking do.” Zeke breathed out and I imagined him on his sofa, shirtless. “I’m sorry Sasha.” I nodded, chewing my bottom lip off. “Come and see me please". I threw my head back onto my sofa. I couldn’t think of anything else I would rather do than see Zeke right this second. I was really starting to regret chucking him out of my house.
“I have work," I whispered my eyes shut.
“Friday, drive to me on Friday please.” Zeke paused and I opened my eyes, staring at my TV. “Baby?” he spoke softly.
“Yeah" I breathed out.
“I love you". My heart stopped for a second as I nearly fell off the sofa.
“Wwhatt?” I stuttered out.
“You heard me.”
“You're just saying that so I’m not angry anymore”. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was about to have a heart attack. “I’m not because you still have every right to be angry. Text me if you're coming on Friday.”