Jase Removing Stacia from my bed and my life again is a bigger pain in the ass than I was expecting. Weâre not dating and weâre not together, but she seems to have blocked out that information. Ever since the drunken night where we messed around and passed out in my bed, sheâs been coming over every day.
Today, Iâve got to put an end to that. Even if I wasnât still plagued by memories of Avery, I know I donât want Stacia.
When Stacia arrives, I make sure Iâm waiting for her downstairs. I donât want her getting cozy up in my room.
Sheâs all smiles when she comes in and tosses her purse on the couch.
âWe need to talk,â I say.
Her face falls and she tenses up.
She can tell by my stiff posture things arenât going to go her way. âSorry Stacia, Iâm just not feeling it,â I mutter, rubbing a hand over the back of my neck.
âYou seemed to be feeling it just fine when you were in my mouth last weekend.â
Christ.
She snatches the purse sheâs just deposited on the couch. âYou know what, Jase? Donât waste your breath. Iâm done with your shit.â
âIâm sorry, okay?â
She rolls her eyes and stomps to the door, which I pull open for her. âIâve been sleeping with Trey anyway,â she adds before slamming the door in my face.
Nice.
I turn the lock on the door as if to prove a point. Stacia is done invading my life. That chapter is closed.
As for Averyâ¦Iâm not sure yet.