EroticReverie

Bane

Sitting at dinner with Aiden and Kevin and the sports bar, eating food while they drink a few beers my phone buzzes and as we're all laughing about something Aiden just told us about Francis freaking out about the wedding, I pull it out of my pocket. 

"Shit." I say, completely stunned. 

"What?" Aiden asks peeking over the table. "What is it?" 

I look up at him, at Kevin. 

"Valentina." I say. 

I knew she was coming back obviously, but I didn't expect her to text me, or even talk to me unless she absolutely had to. 

"Well what's it say?" Kevin says annoyed. 

"She asked me if I'm busy." I say, just staring at the screen, my heart racing a million times a minute. 

"Well fuckin answer her man" Aiden says and shoves me like Im an idiot. Because I am. 

"And dont say you fuckin love her, just answer the question, you;re gonna fucking run her off again" Kevin says. I give him an narrow glare and he just smiles. 

They gave me shit constantly for fucking up things with Valentina. Two years worth of shit, but I took it, because I fucking deserved it, and she wasn't here to give it to me herself. Two fucking years.

"No, I'm not." I type. 

"What else do I say, that looks...it sounds...short..." I say and they look at the text, scrubbing their jaws. 

"Uh , ask her if she's in Cali?" Aiden asks. 

I nod. 

"No, I'm not. You in Cali?" I send the message.

I can tell theyre watching, and my palms sweat as I look at my screen. 

"Yeah. Got in a few hours ago." she types back. 

I look at the screen and I panic. There's no more jumping bubble indicating she's texting back and I show them the screen. 

"What the fuck?" I say. "What the fuck do i say?!" I say waving my hand in a rolling motion for them to help me out here, because I felt like if I didn't say something quick she was going to somehow vanish forever. 

"I dont know man! Uhhh, ask her how the flight was?" Kevin says as clueless as the rest of us. 

"I dont wanna make fucking small talk!" I say. 

"SHit!" Kevin throws up his hands. "Chill!" 

I run a hand through my hair and then type out my message and press send. 

"Can I see you? To talk?" 

"What did you write?" they both ask and lean in as I set the phone down on the table. 

I look to their faces and they both tilt their heads, as if theyre guaging how bad that message is. 

The phone pings. They read it a split second before I do and both raise their beers and clink them together. 

"Sure." it says. 

I pick up the phone. 

"When is a good time for you? Where is good for you?" I type back. 

"I'm free now. Kinda hungry though." she says. 

"Tell me where. I'll be there." I type back. 

"My parents place. Be here in an hour?" she asks. 

"Yeah. Of course." I say.

"Okay. See you then."

I set my phone down and look at them and their eyes go wide and the grin. 

"You fuck this up man, and I'm making my weird cousin Jim my best man and kicking you out of the fuckin wedding." Aiden says. 

"fuck" I say and run my hands through my hair. I'm fucking shaking. Terrified. Excited. Happy and Nervous. 

"Calm the fuck down man. You go to her shaking like an chihuahua and she'll kick you out." Kevin says and I look at him.

"Shut the fuck up" I say and he laughs and I shake my head as Kevin joins him.

"I gotta go..I gotta go..." I say getting up.

"Her parents place is like ten minutes from here...do NOT show up early...she told you an hour...don't fucking show up there now." Aiden warns. "You play be HER rules capiche?" 

I nod. "Yeah, of course, yeah, I just gotta...I don't know...go home and shave, or put some more deodorant on...some cologne or something right? Do I dress up?" I ask and they both just smile at one another. 

"Look at our little boy, like hes going on his first date." Kevin says with fake awe. 

"Can you two just NOT be dicks, for like, one fucking minute!" I say and they laugh. 

"No, otherwise we wouldnt be your best friends." Aiden says. 

"Go spruce up...text us when you're done. Let us know if we need to beat your ass or not." Aiden says and I give them both the finger. But I smile, smile because I was sixty minutes...no....I look at the phone. Fifty eight minutes away from seeing Valentina. Valentine. And I wasnt sure if Id fall to my knees and kiss her feet and beg, if id cry, or run away like a dog with its tail between its legs. I wasnt sure if she wanted to talk to yell at me, to tell me she was dating and happy with someone else, nobody had told me shit for two fucking years, I had no idea what the fuck she was doing, where she was even coming from, all I knew was that i required a fucking plane to get here. 

I slap my hand on the table and look at them both. 

I try not to speed home, a stupid fucking grin, my first real smile in two fucking years on my face as I hurry home and run into the house like my ass is on fire. 

I'd moved into my own place, I'd hated living in that house. And knew that I'd never truly be able to move on from that night unless I moved the fuck out of where it happened, of where she'd been hurt, not just by Baron and those fucking bastards, but I'd hurt her more than once there too. 

I put on a pair ot black dress pants, and a black button up, and run my hands through my hair, trying to gel it to look like I didnt spend the whole car ride basically pulling hair out with anxiety about seeing her again.  I didn't know what would be said or it would be a good talk or a bad talk, or if shed tell me to eat shit and fuck off. But, I didnt care, well I did...but I just wanted to fucking see her. I needed to see her face, hear her voice, just be near her. 

I'd fucked up the worst way possible. I hated myself every fucking day after the incident, and hated myself even more after what I'd fucking done the night of the party. I barely remembered, but remembered enough to know I'd fucked up, and knew I'd majorly fucked my life up when I saw my room the next morning, when Aiden and Kevin told me what she fucking saw. I'd never regretted something so fucking much in my life, and I would have given anything to take it back, to take it all fucking back. Knowing I couldnt, that I had to live with what I fucking did to her, I deserved the agony of having to live with it. 

When it's time I get in my car, palms sweaty and I shiver with aniticipation as I drive, taking deep breaths trying to steady myself , and I stop at the store, and pick up flowers. I knew flowers were a shit gift to give , but I didn't know what the fuck else to do.  

I sit the driveway, staring at the door, and her parents car is gone, and I wonder if it's just her and me and Im not sure if that's worse or better for me. Maybe she doesn't want her parents to hear when she screams at me, and god. If she screamed at me, I'd take it, I'd take anything she wanted to give me. I deserved it. I deserved so much worse than screaming. It didnt matter how much time had passed, I knew what I did destroyed her. She fucking skipped town for fucks sake. Cut her self off completely after that day on the phone when we graduated, and now here I was, with fucking flowers that would likely, and deservedly probably be thrown in the trash. 

Taking a deep breath I turn off the car and take another deep breath, and shake myself out, trying to calm my nerves but she's right in that fucking house and it makes my heart speed up , or slow down, it feels like it's doing both, im not sure, but I've never been so nervous, and I know I don't even deserve to look at her ever again. That's how bad I'd fucked things up. I knew I didn't deserve a single second of her time. But I get out of the car and go to the door, breathing unevenly I curse at myself to chill the fuck out. I shake out my arms again and ring the door bell. 

I try to breathe evenly, my hands sweaty and rub them on my pants, as I look around nervously and I can hear the door knob turning a few seconds later and when I look up......when I look up I want to cry. Because Valentina Suarez is still the most beautiful fucking girl I've ever laid eyes on. She looks different, yet exactly the fucking same. And my heart fucking stops, because that's how fucking beautiful she is. Her blue eyes lock on mine and she offers the slightest smile before stepping aside and gesturing with her hand. 

"Come in."