"So you want to go out tonight?" Tommy asks through the phone while I'm just returning from the gym and closing the apartment door.
"It's Tuesday," I state and hear his dramatic exhale.
"That's never stopped you before." His voice becomes muffled, along with shuffling noises, resulting in his multitasking. "Ohâ" He pauses, his voice becoming clearer again. "Girlfriend not giving you permission?" I roll my eyes at his overly amused comment.
"Goodnight, Thomas." I hang up the phone, shove it in my shorts, and walk through the dark apartment, slightly lit by the city lights, getting let in by the open curtains and the rough rain pattering against the windows. As I open my bedroom door, my phone begins to buzz, vibrating against my thigh. I pull it out again to be greeted with Tommy's profile, which is a selfie he took dressed up as a nun for Halloween.
"Yes?" I bring the phone to my ear.
"Pleaseeeeeeee." His voice drags out.
"Goodnight." I hang up the phone once again.
After a quick shower and changing into a fresh pair of boxers, I hit my bed like a sack of potatoes. Finally, my body can rest. Even though the tournament was two days ago, I'm still feeling its repercussions in the aches and pains throughout my body, not to mention the added soreness from hitting the gym today, which I'm now beginning to regret.
I've managed to finish my work for my classes and stay on task, which feels like the first time in forever. I guess that's what happens when you're forcefully distanced from the whole entertaining girls thing, which leads to partying and inevitably results in more exhaustion, drama, and falling behind.
Just as my eyelids grow heavy and I'm about to drift off, my phone abruptly vibrates on the nightstand, causing it to fall off.
"For fuck sake." I curse reaching on the cold hard wood flooring before picking it up, I briefly rub my hand down my face thinking or a response that will get Tommy to temporarily fuck off.
I turn the phone over about to answer when I realize it's not Tommy at all. In fact to my surprise it's the last person I would've guessed to ever press down on my contact willingly.
Delezar.
I read the name off the screen silently in my head almost as if I'm hallucinating, I don't stare at it for long and instead drag my thumb to the right picking up the call and holding it to my ear listening to the rain in the backdrop awaiting for a response.
"Sorry I shouldn't have called-" her voice is faint and the fact that she called me of all people tells me it wasn't because she felt like chatting.
I sit up on the edge of the bed. "Well you did so you owe to tell me what's going on" She stays silent, and I speak up again. "Are you okay?"
"I guess so."
"Guessing's not good enough for me, where are you" at this point I'm now balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder as I get up struggling to put on some sweats and a hoodie.
"I'm just by Cork Street, my car got all... fucked up I don't know."
"Be there in three" In a matter of seconds my keys are grabbed and im down the elevator in the lobby making a sprint for my car through the parking lot as the rain aggressively falls harder.
I don't drive far considering Cork Street is right around the corner but I drive slowly making sure not to pass Del through the barely visible windshield and the wipers going 100mph.
As I continue down the road my headlights shine on her red Honda civic and then Del standing slightly to the right being drenched from the rain.
I roll down the window pulling up beside her taking a clear view of the situation; slight smoking coming from the hood of the car and Del wearing black shorts and a white t-shirt, one that's now turned transparent clinging to her skin exposing her pink bra while her wet hair falls on her shoulders.
"Get in the car." I raise my voice over the engine and the loud pattering of the rain against the car.
"I can't just leave, I got locked out, my things are in there." She yells back motioning to her car.
"Sofia just get in the car I'll handle it."
"I can't ask you to do that"
"You called me. So let me handle it" She decides against arguing and instead drops her head slightly and opens the car door sitting down in the passenger seat.
"How long were you out there." I put on the heater and her heated seat in attempt to warm her up from the cold rain. She sits there silently her arms hugging herself tightly with a slight chitter of her teeth.
"Uh- I don't know." She looks at me and it's almost as if she's given up her defence, let go of her last stubborn shreds of pride that is hating every moment of this. I pull in front of her car putting the Jeep in park.
"Do you want me to drop you at your dorm?" I ask and her eyes shift away from me and stare blankly in front of her, her head falling back against the seat and exhale escaping her mouth.
"My dorm key is in the car and my roommates with her boyfriend."
"Ah, so I was the last line of resort."
"I wouldn't burden you with this otherwise." Her eyes snap to mine, a quick blink ringing out the water in her eyelashes causing a droplet to fall of her cheek.
"You're not a burden." I roll my eyes putting the vehicle in drive, my foot still on the break. She exhales and stares out the window to her right avoiding my stare.
We drive in silence for a whole two and a half minutes, then finally reaching my apartment door after the gruelling race through the rain. I use my phone to unlock the door and toss my keys on the kitchen counter.
"Make yourself comfortable." I look over my shoulder to see her head toward the kitchen counter and I head to the guest bedroom to tidy it up.
I haven't been in here for a while, no reason to. It's in order, the bed hasn't been touched considering Tommy spends most of his nights on the couch when he's over, claiming the couch has a firmer feel which he prefers, whatever that means.
I fluff up the pillows before heading to my room to grab Del a change of clothes, a dark green T-shirt, some grey nike sweatpants and a pair of unopened white fuzzy socks Sloan got me for my birthday. I start the shower and grab the clothes before walking out.
"Warm shower and I'll put the clothes on the bed." She smiles. A real one; and I find myself just staring at her, the way her mouth curls up perfectly and her brows slightly raise.
Fucking hell-
I'm so badly deprived I'm hyper fixating on a fucking smile, no matter how attractive this particular one may be.
She walks past me and I decide to run the clothes in the dryer for a good fifteen minutes and place it in the guest bedroom folded nicely. Just as I'm walking out so is Delezar from my room unaware of my presence a white towel tightly tucked around her body exposing her glistening skin... cleavage, while she uses another towel to dry up her hair.
"Oh." She speaks out in sight of me and I scratch the back of my neck like a fifteen year old boy foreign to the opposite gender.
"Clothes are-" I decide to not even finish the sentence and step out of the way while I'm ahead sitting at the pulled out stool where Del was previously seated. Christ maybe I should've went out with Tommy, Tommy. I dial up his number and he answers almost immediately.
"Love you bud-" He starts and I hear him step away from the commotion and noise into a quieter area, "But I'm about to receive head from a pretty Russian exchange student, and I know they do crazy shit down there." He trails off and I shake my head.
"I need a favour."
"No." He warns, "Fuck no." I stay silent and he lets out a sharp exhale. "You fucking owe me, what is it?"
"Del's car broke down on Cork, gonna need you to fix it up then drop it in the parking lot by morning." Tommy may like to party, and mess around but if there's two things he can do its fix a car and be dependable, two things he's very good at.
"Alright, this means the next time I'm going out so are you."
"You have my word."
"Okay." He sighs and I hear the commotion become louder. "Net, Svetlana, next time sorry." Is all I hear before the line goes dead and the sound of the door creaks revealing Delezar in my clothes, minus the sweats.
It's almost Deja Vu, the long forest green T-shirt, accentuates her tan skin, I try to ignore the slight poke of her nipples through my shirt that's hanging a bit higher on her thigh than the black one she last had on. I avert my eyes lower to the fuzzy socks she opted in wearing scrunched at her ankles.
She awkwardly stands in the doorway slightly leaned against the doorframe, her hand rubbing against her forearm.
"Thanks Stephan, I mean it." The sight and the way she says my name has me wanting her to say it again, and again in different ways, more erotic ways.
"Don't mention it." I reply tearing my eyes off of her and heading towards my bedroom door.
"Goodnight, Stephan." She speaks first and for the first time, those two words are met with a soft expression and a sincere tone.
"Goodnight, Del."
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