way out of my apartment.
Seven
I t was nine pm and the cookout was in full swing. Addie had opted to go in a yellow halter top and white flair skirt. She wore white flip flops and looked absolutely amazing.
I was standing next to Arsen who was happily grilling away with a beer in his hand, looking around at a lot of familiar faces.
I had seen most of the people that were here have sex and I was feeling highly uncomfortable.
That was only deepened when Jess came over to chat with me.
“You look hot!” she exclaimed.
“Thanks, Jess,” I mumbled looking down.
The truth was so did she. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek bun and she was wearing a black tube top and electric blue denim jeans. On her feet, she work clunky sandals that made her a bit taller than me.
“So Arsen tells me that you guys are a hanging out a lot,” she said with a friendly smile.
“Did I?” he asked, glancing over at her.
“Yeah.”
“And when did I say that?” he inquired.
“Um ... a little while ago. I thought you said ...,” her voice trailed off into a giggle. She gave him a playful shove and he laughed before he turned his attention back to his grill.
“It’s awesome that you’re cool with what he does,” she said with a kind smile.
I swallowed hard.
The truth was that I wasn’t. And I never would be. I only hoped he wouldn’t feel lonely enough to go back to fucking random girls.
“Hey Jess, wanna go inside and grab something for me?” Arsen said.
“What do you need?” she asked him.
“I don’t care. Just go and grab anything,” he replied meaningfully.
Jess looked confused for a minute, but when she saw the sullen look on my face, she understood and gave my arm a quick rub before leaving.
“Sorry about that,” Arsen mumbled. “Jessie’s a good girl, she just talks too damn much.”
I just shrugged and looked at the ground.
“Neve,” Arsen said putting his spatula down, “You don’t have anything to worry about. From anyone here. If you could see the look on your face right now, you’d know why I’m saying that.”
I glanced up at him and nodded. I believed him but it was still hard not knowing if he’d slept with most of the women here.
“Neve!” Addie yelled jogging toward me.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away from Arsen’s side, “These boys over here are bragging about their beer pong skills. It’s time that we show them how it’s done.”
“Hold on. I can’t do this in a dress.”
I walked back to Arsen and asked him if he had some shorts that I could borrow and possibly a muscle shirt of some sort.
“Is this a game I should be betting on?” he asked mischievously as I followed him into his house.
“You might want too. I hate beer; can’t stand the taste. It makes me a great player,” I explained with a laugh.
Arsen led me up the stairs and into his bedroom where he handed me a pair of black basketball shorts and a white muscle shirt.
“I feel like we should put some shoe polish under your eyes,” he said with a laugh when I walked out.
“Maybe a sweatband too?” I asked, sticking out my tongue. “Got anything that I can tie my hair up with?”
“Yeah actually; check the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The last time my sister was here she forgot a bunch of those hair tie things,” he said, pointing to a door.
I went into the bathroom and opened the mirror. I grabbed a black, elastic hair tie and looped my hair into a tight ponytail.
“Hey, Arsen?”
“Yeah?”
“Shoe polish me?”
I heard his loud laughter as he approached the door and knocked before coming in.
“Step aside, woman,” he said in a fake macho voice.
I rolled my eyes and giggled as he produced the shoe polish from his a different cabinet and uncapped it. He placed his thumb in it and with two quick, firm swipes, gave me some war paint.
I leaned over to look in the mirror and flexed, making a fake game face. He laughed
Seven
I t was nine pm and the cookout was in full swing. Addie had opted to go in a yellow halter top and white flair skirt. She wore white flip flops and looked absolutely amazing.
I was standing next to Arsen who was happily grilling away with a beer in his hand, looking around at a lot of familiar faces.
I had seen most of the people that were here have sex and I was feeling highly uncomfortable.
That was only deepened when Jess came over to chat with me.
“You look hot!” she exclaimed.
“Thanks, Jess,” I mumbled looking down.
The truth was so did she. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek bun and she was wearing a black tube top and electric blue denim jeans. On her feet, she work clunky sandals that made her a bit taller than me.
“So Arsen tells me that you guys are a hanging out a lot,” she said with a friendly smile.
“Did I?” he asked, glancing over at her.
“Yeah.”
“And when did I say that?” he inquired.
“Um ... a little while ago. I thought you said ...,” her voice trailed off into a giggle. She gave him a playful shove and he laughed before he turned his attention back to his grill.
“It’s awesome that you’re cool with what he does,” she said with a kind smile.
I swallowed hard.
The truth was that I wasn’t. And I never would be. I only hoped he wouldn’t feel lonely enough to go back to fucking random girls.
“Hey Jess, wanna go inside and grab something for me?” Arsen said.
“What do you need?” she asked him.
“I don’t care. Just go and grab anything,” he replied meaningfully.
Jess looked confused for a minute, but when she saw the sullen look on my face, she understood and gave my arm a quick rub before leaving.
“Sorry about that,” Arsen mumbled. “Jessie’s a good girl, she just talks too damn much.”
I just shrugged and looked at the ground.
“Neve,” Arsen said putting his spatula down, “You don’t have anything to worry about. From anyone here. If you could see the look on your face right now, you’d know why I’m saying that.”
I glanced up at him and nodded. I believed him but it was still hard not knowing if he’d slept with most of the women here.
“Neve!” Addie yelled jogging toward me.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away from Arsen’s side, “These boys over here are bragging about their beer pong skills. It’s time that we show them how it’s done.”
“Hold on. I can’t do this in a dress.”
I walked back to Arsen and asked him if he had some shorts that I could borrow and possibly a muscle shirt of some sort.
“Is this a game I should be betting on?” he asked mischievously as I followed him into his house.
“You might want too. I hate beer; can’t stand the taste. It makes me a great player,” I explained with a laugh.
Arsen led me up the stairs and into his bedroom where he handed me a pair of black basketball shorts and a white muscle shirt.
“I feel like we should put some shoe polish under your eyes,” he said with a laugh when I walked out.
“Maybe a sweatband too?” I asked, sticking out my tongue. “Got anything that I can tie my hair up with?”
“Yeah actually; check the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The last time my sister was here she forgot a bunch of those hair tie things,” he said, pointing to a door.
I went into the bathroom and opened the mirror. I grabbed a black, elastic hair tie and looped my hair into a tight ponytail.
“Hey, Arsen?”
“Yeah?”
“Shoe polish me?”
I heard his loud laughter as he approached the door and knocked before coming in.
“Step aside, woman,” he said in a fake macho voice.
I rolled my eyes and giggled as he produced the shoe polish from his a different cabinet and uncapped it. He placed his thumb in it and with two quick, firm swipes, gave me some war paint.
I leaned over to look in the mirror and flexed, making a fake game face. He laughed
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