Stuck On You

"What do you want to do back at home? Do you want to work on your technique?" he asked. I didn't say anything for a long time. "Jordyn," he said, trying to get my attention.

"I'm going over to Lewis' place tonight," I lied. He was silent until we reached the apartment. He turned the truck off and I felt his eyes on me. I hesitated before I looked back at him. "What's wrong," he said, slightly irritated. I shrugged.

"Nothing; I just... I need to talk to him," I said. It wasn't a complete lie; there were things that I want to talk to Lewis about. I saw Hayden's cheeks turn red.

"You didn't tell me that," he pointed out. I shrugged.

"I don't have to tell you everything," I countered before I got out of the truck and walked inside. Hayden didn't come in after me. I sighed and pulled out my phone. I texted Lewis asking him if he had any time to talk tonight. He replied quickly. I knew that he lived in these apartments too; only a rise over actually. When it was clear that Hayden wasn't coming back, I dressed and walked over to Lewis' apartment. He opened the door right away.

"Hey," he said with a smile. We sat on his couch and he turned on his TV. We watched in a peaceful silence for a moment before he turned to me. He turned the volume down. "You know, you never told me why you were mad at me when I left," he started. I sighed before I looked at him.

"Do you really want to get into that right now?" I asked. He nodded. I closed my eyes briefly, thinking about Thomas. "You left me right after Thomas," I answered. He held my cheek gently and searched my face.

"You know I didn't mean to hurt you, right? It was all just... bad timing. I didn't purposefully leave you alone. I had to move," Lewis explained. I shook my head and looked away from him.

"I was alone, Lewis. Thomas was gone, my dad was leaving, and my mom was acting like nothing happened. I needed you, and you were gone," I said. I felt my eyes water up. I knew that I wasn't really crying because Lewis left me, but he didn't know that. I knew that I was crying for a lot of different reasons. I was crying for Thomas. I was crying because Hayden and I weren't getting along, and that was a problem because I was starting to fall in love with him. I was crying because I missed my dad, and I hated being out here alone. Lewis thought that I was crying because of him. He leaned forward and kissed me. I couldn't help but to notice how Lewis' kiss was dead compared to Hayden's. I wanted Hayden's warm, soft lips, and his adventurous tongue. I wanted Hayden's arms wrapped around me protectively as he kissed me. I liked Lewis, but I loved Hayden. I sighed and pulled away.

"I didn't want to leave you," Lewis said, oblivious to my thoughts. I shook my head and stood up. I shouldn't have been here with Lewis. I should've been telling Hayden what I really wanted to tell him.

"I'm sorry, Lewis. I have to go. I shouldn't be here," I said. I was confused at this point, about a lot of things, but one thing was certain. I needed to be talking to Hayden. I didn't want to run him off but I needed to talk to him.

I unlocked the door to our apartment and walked in. I saw Hayden's keys on the table. He was back, that was a good sign. I froze. There were also a pair of red pumps by the door... and they weren't mine. I sighed as my fists balled in anger. The thought of Hayden with anyone else made my sick to my stomach. I set my things down on my way to my room and locked the door behind me. I leaned against the door and tried to take a calming breath.

I rushed to the bathroom as I felt something rising in my throat. I vomited about three times before I sat back. My stomach still felt uneasy but it was calmer. This was ridiculous. I brushed my teeth and took a shower before I laid down in my bed. I knew that Hayden knew I was home. The walls were thin. You could hear everything. I fell asleep shortly after glaring at a wall for two hours.