“Yeah, I was in rare form that night.”
“I know, and you were pissing me off. What else do you remember about that night?”
“Not a lot, to be completely honest.”
“I’ll tell you what I remember: I was dancing with a guy on the track team. We were hitting it off pretty well. All of a sudden, just as this guy is about to kiss me, I see you in the corner of the room, alone. I watched you pull the fire alarm and sneak away. Some of the sprinklers went off, and the dirty, stagnant pipe water got all over my hair and dress. I had just dyed my hair the evening before, and the water caused the color to bleed all over my new white dress.”
Martin was silent.
“So anyway, I was a mess and I had to go home and clean up. I never heard from the guy again.”
“How is this your secret?” he asked. “That was my secret. Nobody saw me do it, and everyone blamed Donny. I didn’t think you knew.”
“Now, this is where my secret comes in,” I continued. “The next weekend, you were hosting a big party. I overheard you telling someone how excited you were. I was still furious from the weekend before. I wanted to crush you. Since you invited mostly football players and their friends, I sent a mass text telling them that the party was being moved to my place.”
“That was you? I spent so much money on drinks and snacks for everyone. I was pretty upset when no one showed up. I didn’t really talk to anyone on the team for a week.”
“I feel terrible about it now. I was just so upset that you ruined my time at that party that I wanted to ruin yours too. I’m really sorry.”
He nodded. “I’m sorry that I ruined your new dress and your night. It was a stupid decision.”
“Why did you pull that fire alarm anyway,” I questioned.
He smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t stand the sight of you being so close to someone who wasn’t me.”
I forgave him with a soft kiss on the cheek. I kissed him again, this time on his lips.
“No more mean pranks,” he said.
“Agreed.”
He got up to clear the empty food cartons and when he returned to the bed, he crawled toward me, cupping my face with his hands. We wordless agreed to take off our clothes and slide back underneath the covers.
The last time we made love, it was urgent and hasty. We had spent years fantasizing about what it would be like to sleep together, and when the moment finally came, we had to act before we burst from built up sexual tension.
This time, we took things slower. We took the time to explore each other’s bodies, to see what got us really going. I wanted to take my time, touching every inch of his taut body.
In the past, sex was always like a business transaction. I was just looking to receive pleasure. Now, I felt like I was making a deeper connection with him. With Martin, I had it all. We took great pleasure from the good sensations we gave to each other. I felt a closeness to him that I had never felt with another person in my whole life.
When we finished, we laid on our sides, facing each other. We kissed, leisurely for what seemed like an hour. I pulled back and he tucked a strand of my hair being my ear.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, dreamily.
“You never told me what your fortune cookie said.”
He reached over to his nightstand grabbed the little white strip of paper.
I read it.
The one you love is much closer than you think.
Martin
I was starting to suspect that Reg and Sasha made special personalized fortune cookies for us. How else could the little fortunes be so spot on?
Usually, fortune cookies had stupid messages. They usually said things like “You will live a long healthy life”, or “Help! I’m trapped in a fortune cookie factory!” I remember one time; some friends and I went out for Chinese food. Between the six of us, four of our fortunes were the same.
I wasn’t even a superstitious type. For as long as I could remember, I’ve had friends with weird quirks. A kid I went to high school with would never wash his jersey after a win.
After a few good games, I nearly threw a bunch of intentional interceptions just so we’d lose and I wouldn’t have to smell him. Even Reg will eat the same meal the night before and the morning of a game.
One time, the dining hall ran out of the right kind of cereal on game day, and he drove to the store to ensure we would win.
Those fortune cookies were too coincidental, though. Is this what it was like when people fell in love? All of our fighting over the years could lead to these kinds of feelings? This day didn’t even seem real. I was worried that I’d wake up, alone in my bed. It all felt like a dream.
Alexa handed me my phone. Reg was calling.
“Hey man,” Reg said. “What’s going on in there?”
“We’re just talking,” I said, pulling the sheets up to my chest.
“You’ve been talking for hours, now. Don’t you think it’s time to come out?”
“I don’t know, Reg. I still think there’s more stuff to work out.”
“Sasha’s going home and I need to get to the library. I’m coming to let you out.”
“Don’t open the door!” I said quickly.
“Alright, alright, I won’t. Damn, what are you two doing in there?”
“Like I said, we’re working things out.”
“I think it’s a fire hazard to keep this door locked, though. Are you sure you don’t want me to unlock it? I probably won’t be back for a few hours,” he said.
“We’re fine,” I replied. “Let me know when you’re coming back,”
“Alright,” he said. “Later.”
I turned to Alexa after I hung up the phone. “You didn’t want to be let out, right?
“Nope, I’m perfectly content here. Besides, I don’t want to put clothes on again.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “And you know I’ll only take them off the second you put them back on.
Just then, Sasha called Alexa. I tried to listen in on the conversation.
“Hey,” Sasha said. “Reg just said that you refuse to be let out. I wanted to make sure everything was okay and you weren’t being held hostage or anything.”
Alexa laughed. “No, everything is fine. Don’t worry about us.”
“For real, though,” Sasha lowered her voice. “What is going on in there?”
“I’ll tell you all about it later,” Alexa said. “By the way, have you been with Reg this whole time?”
“Yep,” she responded. “It’s been a lot of fun keeping you in that room.”
“I think you have some explaining to do later, too.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later,” Sasha said, changing the subject. “Let me know if you want me to let you out.”
She hung up the phone and tossed it back onto the table. “Where were we?” she asked, stroking my side with her fingernails.
“I was just thinking,” I said. “We’ve known each other for years and I feel like I don’t know a lot about your life. I know that your family is loaded. I know that you’re a good cheerleader. I also know that you’re smoking hot.”
She giggled. “What else do you want to know?”
I paused to think for a second. “If you could be any animal, which would you be?”
“Out of all the things you could possible want to find out about me, you go with ‘what kind of animal would you want to be’?”
“Answer it,” I insisted.
“Okay,” she took a second to think. “I would probably be a cat because I like to take naps.”
“You’re more of a tiger,” I corrected. “You’re beautiful, mysterious, and dangerous. And you like to take naps,” I added quickly.
“Ha. What about you?”
“I think I’d be a border collie. I’m a hard worker and I’m loyal.”
“And you’re cute,” she added.
“Alright, it’s your turn to ask a question,” I said.
“If you could li
ve anywhere in the world, where would you live?”
I knew the answer immediately.
“I would go back to Denver if I could,” I said.
“Out of all the places in the world, and you choose where you grew up?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I love it there. I love being in the mountains and living in a city, but being so close to nature. It’s my dream to be able to play professional football there. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
I loved my friends at school, but I wanted to get away from the east coast. It all felt so elitist and foreign to me. I wanted to be nearer to my mom, since she could never find the time or money to come visit me. I wanted to be a part of my family’s legacy.
“Where would you go?” I asked back.
“I’ve been a lot of places and where I live doesn’t really matter to me. I’ve found that who I’m living with makes all of the difference. I’ve lived in big houses and stayed in five star hotels and tropical villas. The happiest I’ve ever been was while I was living in a little, shared dorm.”
“My turn,” I said. “How many guys have you dated?”
“Why do you ask?” she fired back. “Not feeling jealous, are you?”
“Not at all. I’m just curious.”
Her eyes pointed toward the ceiling while she counted. I was getting worried.
“It depends what you count as dating,” she said hesitantly.
I laughed. “Guys you’ve seen regularly, for a time span over three months,” I clarified.
“Maybe, like ten or so,” she answered, but it sounded more like a question.
“Damn,” I responded. “You are popular, aren’t you?”
“You don’t understand,” she said. “I dated a lot of these guys as a courtesy to my parents. Many of them were my mom’s friends’ kids. I was expected to go on lots of dates.”
Once again, she was telling me things about her life that made no sense to me.
“Are you saying that you’ve dated fewer than ten girls?” she asked. “The star football player always gets the girls.”
“I can only count three,” I answered.
“Seriously?”
“I had a long term girlfriend in high school. We started dating my sophomore year and we thought we were going to be together forever. We even tried to date in college.”
“What happened?” she asked.
“We decided that it wasn’t going to work,” I said. “Well, I decided that after I drove halfway across the country for a surprise visit. I walked in on her with someone else.”
“Ooh, another guy?” Alexa interrupted.
“Actually, another girl,” I laughed. “I wasn’t too upset about it. See, I had my eye on this cheerleader,” I trailed off.
She smiled and kissed me.
“I would love to have Sebastian walk in on us,” she said.
I raised an eyebrow. She could be pretty adventurous in bed, but this was pretty crazy.
“Not like that,” she continued, seeing my reaction. “I would love it if there was some way to make him give up on me. Especially, if he thought it was his own decision.”
“Now I understand. I didn’t think you were that freaky.”
“Oh,” she responded casually. “You don’t even know the half of it.”
I was ready to climb on top of her. There were no clothes to get in the way this time. She could tell that I was ready to go. She reached her hand underneath the sheet, coming into contact with my member. I scooted closer to her, so I could kiss her neck.
I whispered in her ear, “Are you ready for a third time?”
This time, she took full control. She hopped on top of me and slowly rocked her hips back and forth. I grasped the fleshy part where her hips met her thighs. I spanked her muscular ass and she gave me a devilish grin.
She took my wrists and pinned them above my head. I could hardly bear it—this girl was too good. I finished the second a soft moan escaped her mouth.
She rolled back onto her side. I wiped a bead of sweat from my hairline. She was giving me a workout.
“How long can we go on like this?” she asked.
I wanted to say: a lifetime, but I just shrugged my shoulders.
Alexa
“I’ve got a question,” he said, resuming our game. “What’s your best childhood memory?”
“That’s easy,” I said. “When I was six, I wanted nothing more than to have a horse. I know it sounds super cliché, but I was obsessed. I covered my room in pictures of horses and only read books about horses. My parents said I couldn’t have one until I was older. She was afraid that I would fall and break a bone and have to be in an unsightly cast. She tried to persuade me that horses were dirty and smelly.”
“Did it work?” he asked.
“Not at all. In fact, it just made me want one even more. The week before my seventh birthday, my parents took me on a trip to Mexico. I got to build sandcastles on the beach and swim with dolphins. I just assumed that they took me on the trip to make me forget all about the horse I’d been begging for, for months. When we got back, there was a freshly built stable and a little speckled pony inside. It was small, just like me. It was the happiest day of my life.”
“What a magical story,” he said sarcastically.
“Fine, what was your best memory?”
“I will never forget the first professional football game I got to go to. My dad played, but my mom always got a babysitter for me because she thought I was too young to go. At some point, she decided that she would bring me. I played football with my dad since I could throw a ball, but I had never seen him play. It was incredible. There were so many people cheering and having a good time. I knew that I wanted to be a part of that.”
“You’ve never told me about your parents before. I’ve told you about my parents, I want to hear about yours. I bet they’re so normal in comparison,” I said.
He looked down. Did I say something wrong?
Martin took a deep breath and started talking.
“I don’t know if you knew this, but my dad was once a really great football player. He and my mom met in college and after he graduated, he went pro. They got married and had me a few years later. He played his first few years in Miami, Florida, but then he was traded to play for Denver. He was really good. The Broncos even won a Super Bowl when he was with them. He made a ton of money with them too; I remember him driving home in a brand new Ferrari one day.”
I was shocked. I didn’t know why I pegged him as middle-class. If my parents knew this guy came from money, maybe they would give up on the dreams of marrying me off to Sebastian.
“I had no idea,” I said.
“This is where things began to go south for my family,” I said. “My dad didn’t know how to handle his new fortune. He spend it on frivolous things—new cars, houses, and girls. My mom took care of me while my dad was away with the jersey chasers in his secret apartments all over the city.
“That’s awful,” I said. “Did they get a divorce?”
“No, they’re actually still married. He stopped seeing other women for a while and they reconciled, but things were never the same. But a lot of money was still coming in. Well, it was, until he hurt his shoulder. He had surgeries on it, but no one could fix it. He had to retire at the age of thirty. I don’t think he’s held a steady job since then. Without football, he had nothing to do but drink and gamble. Actually, he’s still an alcoholic. My parents live in separate houses, but they’re still legally married.”
“Did he ever try to get help for his addiction?” I asked.
“He went to rehab a few times. Each time he came back, he was good for about a month. Then he’d go to the casino or meet up with old friends and then he was off the wagon again. Finally, my mom gave up trying and took me to live in a new house.”
“What does your mom do?” I asked, suddenly fascinated with his upbringing.
“She’s a nurse. It was always nice to have her around to check out m
y sports injuries. She had to sacrifice so much to give me everything I needed. She worked extra shifts to be able to pay for my football camps. She didn’t make a lot of money, but I was always taken care of.”
Hearing this made me sad. My parents had more money than they knew what to do with. We could have had similar childhoods, but his dad couldn’t hold on to their money.
“Does your mom still work?” I asked. I honestly didn’t know a lot of moms who worked. All of my mom’s friends spent their lives on the tennis court or in the country club.
“Yeah, and she still struggles to get by. I try to help her out as much as I can, but I can’t work during the football season. She can hardly pay the bills since she’s given so much of her own money to help keep my dad alive.”
“You give her money?” I was shocked. Kids weren’t supposed to give their parents money.
“During the off-season, I try to work the late shift at the grocery store. It gets to be a lot, between classes, homework, and working out. Luckily, I have a full scholarship, and the athletic department takes good care of us. I don’t need a lot of money, so I can send most of it to my mom. That’s why there’s so much pressure on me to go pro. I need to be able to take care of both me and my parents.”
I could hardly comprehend. It was so outside of my understanding of what parent-child relationships were supposed to be like.
I wasn’t even correct about my first assessment of his social status; he was actually poor. Not even my dad would be okay with a potential relationship between us.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, not knowing what else to say. “I had no idea.”
“It’s fine,” he said. “What difference does it make? It’s not like you can do anything about it.”
He was right. My parents canceled my credit cards. I was about to have the same fate as Martin.
“Do you still see your dad?” I asked.
“Hardly ever. I don’t even like to see him. It’s a complicated relationship; I looked up to him so much when I was younger, but as I grew up, I saw how he abandoned his family. My mom gives him money to pay for rent in a dumpy apartment and for food. I think he spends it all on booze. We got in a pretty bad fight the last time I saw him. That was about four years ago.”
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