EroticReverie

Laurel Lockwood

At the party, I keep checking my phone. Rolling my eyes at myself, when I keep expecting Jace to text to me. He's not going to text you, you fool, I tell myself, as I down the rest of the beer in my plastic cup.

"Why do you keep checkin your phone, am i boring you?" Alex asks, as I sit between his legs, his arm slung around my stomach, holding me to him as we sit on a blanket in front of the  bonfire.

Alex is 22, and my hook up for the past two months. We're not dating, yet he acts like we are all the time. Which is annoying since he's the one that insisted we keep it casual. 

"yup." I say and he squeezes me tighter and bites my shoulder and I laugh. 

"Don't be a brat" he says and then bites on my neck and I laugh and tilt my head towards him, keeping his mouth from biting on my neck again. 

"You comin home with me? hmm?" he asks in my ear as his arm slips over my stomach, leaving his hand on it, his thumb stroking my abdomen and I shrug. 

"What's in it for me?" I tease and he growls. 

"My dick." he bites my neck earlobe and tugs with a little snarl. My toes curl and I hum. 

"Again, what's in it for me?" I taunt him and he slides his hand up to my breast, and squeezes and I yelp as her growls in my ear.

"You're gonna get it" he whispers in my ear and I laugh. 

After a few more hours of hanging out, me and Alex uber back to his apartment, where he does indeed give me his dick. Twice, before he passes out. I lay in bed on my phone, and it's nearly midnight, and I wonder if Jace is up, but don't want to text to him. For several reasons. His number should only be used for the job, and in a professional way, not at midnight for drunk text chatting. But then I get an instagram notification that pops up and my brows pinch and then I smile. Clicking on it an opening the app and find a request for JaneskiJ32. 

I go to the profile and quirk my brow when I see he has zero followers and is following zero people , with zero posts.

I accept the request and then open up a text to him. 

"Blank profiles are creepy ya know." I type and hit send. 

"Well I heard they dont allow people to post freaky shit. So , I'm out of luck." he types right back and I laugh, and Alex grumbles beside me and I bite my lips together and then sit up and slip out of his bed and walk out of his bedroom and intot he living room of his apartment.

I send a laughing emoji along with a "You're up late." 

"The freaks come out at night. Don't you know that?" he replies and I laugh. 

A second later my phone is ringing and I jerk my head back. I laugh, because of course he would prefer to call instead of text. 

"Hello?" I ask. 

"Hi." he says, and it sounds like he's smiling. I pull my feet up onto the couch and smile to myself. 

"You know that nobody calls anyone anymore right?" I say.

"Yeah. But i hate texting." he says. "And I like your voice." 

Im stunned into silence. 

"Oh." I say and he laughs softly. 

"Dont read into it, i just mean it's comforting, you have a soft voice. It's sweet." he says and I chew my lip. 

"thanks" I say and am suddenly shy and quiet.

"Laurel?" he asks. 

"hm?" I hum. 

"If that's weird to say, Im sorry." he says.

"It's not. It's nice." I say and he hums. 

"How was your party?" he asks. 

"It was alright." I say. "The party gods were given their sacrifice." 

He laughs into the phone.

"Are you home now?" he asks. 

"At a friends for the night." I say.

"A boyfriend?" he asks. 

"What's it to ya mister freak shit?" I tease and he laughs. 

"Just curious." he says. 

"Not my boyfriend. Don't have one." I answer.

"Why not, you've got the tall dark and handsome thing going on" he teases, using my words for him from earlier and I laugh. 

"Mhm, yeah my blonde hair and blue eyes and five foot seven are really talk dark and handsome, the guys eat it up." I laugh.

"Mhm, I bet they do." he says with a low rumble in his voice, that sparks something low in my belly. He did NOT need to say it like that, fuck. 

"So no boyfriend...but you ARE at a boys house, arent you?" he asks. I lick my lips.

"why? do i look like a girl that gets around?" I ask. 

"No. But you look like a girl that could, if she wanted to." he answers and I swallow.

"Maybe I do, maybe i dont." I say and he hums. 

There's a bit of silence and then he says my name.

"Laurel?" he speaks it softly and quietly. 

"yeah?" I answer, my voice just as soft.

"thank you for letting me talk to you tonight...it meant a lot to me...even if it was just a few minutes, and even if I barely know you...i appreciated it." 

"of course" I whisper back to him. 

"I can let you go if you're tired." he says. 

"I'm not." I shake my head even though he can't see it. 

"Tell me about you then." he says and I bite my lip. 

"What do you want to know?" I ask. 

"anything." he answers. "tell me anything." 

"I wanted to be a ballerina when I was little." I say and wince, cause that was a stupid thing to say. But it's all I could think of for some reason.

"yeah? Did you take ballet?" he asks. 

"For a few years." I say.

"Hmm, why did you stop?" he asks. 

"Im not very graceful." I say and he lets out a little laugh.

"Im sure you're plenty graceful." he says trying to make me feel better.

"Oh no, Im definitely not. You should see the videos of my recitals, I was a menace to the institute of ballet. Disgraceful." I say. "Every time we practiced, or had a recital, no matter how far they put me from the other girls, I managed to accidentally trip another dancer, or smash into them, or twirl a bit more than I should and fall right on my ass. So many fuck ups. Our recitals were more a comdey show with me in them." I say and he laughs. 

"Adorable. I'd like to see that." he says and my cheeks heat slightly. 

"You couldnt pay me to bring those videos to the light of day. I've buried them where nobody can find them." I say and he laughs. 

"How old were you?" he asks. 

"I did ballet from five to seven years old, until Madame Shiltz told my parents to consider maybe getting me into another activity. I cried for days." I say.

"She said that in front of you?" he asks. 

"mhm" I reply.

"What a...I don't like her." he says and I smile when he cuts himself off before calling her a name. 

"She was a bitch. I'll say it for you." I say. 

"Yeah. That. She's that." he says and I laugh. 

"My parents were furious, and wouldnt let me go back,even though I wanted to. But im glad they didnt let me go back. She was mean." I say. 

"I dont like the idea of someone being mean to you. Especially not at that age." he says and I wiggle my feet. 

"She saved me from bruised up ballerina toes I guess." I say. 

"What did you want to be when you were little?" I ask him and he hums. 

"Well...." he says and I smile to myself. 

"Well what?" I ask when he doesnt respond. 

He sighs. "It's a little embarrassing." 

"Oh come on, I told you of my graceless ballerina dreams" I say. 

"I dont care what that woman said, I bet you were the best fucking ballerina." he says and I smile in the dark, with the phone to my ear. 

"I really wasnt Jace" I laugh softly. 

"Whatever, dont argue with me." he huffs and I laugh. 

"So what did you want to be?" I ask. 

"A muppet." he says and a laugh bursts from me. 

"I'm sorry, a what?" I laugh. 

"It was a tv show called Fraggle Rock, my older sister used to watch it when I was a baby, and I was obsessed, it was all I would watch. I wanted to be a muppet. Specifically the one named Boober." he says. 

"boober?!" I squeal with a laugh.

"Dont be mean. It was my dream!" he says and I laugh. 

"Oh Jace" I laugh. "Hold on, I need to google this." I say and then pull up my internet browser on my phone and put him on speaker while I do.

"Oh my god" I laugh when the picture comes up light green puppet with orange frizzy hair and an orange frizzy pom pom at the end of his tail. 

"that's fucking adorable that you wanted to be a puppet" I laugh , my eyes watering.

"he's a MUPPET Laurel, with an M, and...he was cool." Jace says and I laugh. 

"How old were you when you realized your dreams of being a muppet were doomed?" I ask with laughter.

"Im never telling you anything ever again." he laughs. 

"no no!" I laugh. "okay, alright, im sorry" I keep laughing. 

"No youre not, you  little ballerina of chaos." he says.

"Hey!" I squeak and we both laugh, until our laughter dies down, and small giggles come out of me. 

"babe?" Alex's gruff voice interrupts me and I jolt up, my feet slipping from the couch to floor. 

"sorry, i didnt mean to be loud" I whisper my apology.

"Who you talking to?" Alex asks and walks over.

"my ....friend" I say and hit the speaker off and lift the phone.

"Hey..." I say into the phone.

" I'll see you tomorrow." Jace says, clearly hearing the male voice in the background.

"Okay. Goodnight." I say. 

"goodnight little ballerina." he says with a smile in his voice and then the call ends. I smile and lower my phone and stand as Alex reaches for my phone.

"who was that?" he asks. 

"I told you, a friend" I say, pulling my phone behind my back as he looks down at me and narrows his eyes.

"You cum on my dick and call other guys while im sleepin?" he asks and I roll my eyes.

"First of all...we're not together. I can call guys WHILE im cumming on your dick if I want...second...well no...that's it...that's everything" I say and he huffs and shakes his head. 

"Who was it? Brady?" he asks with a glare and I roll my eyes. 

"It's nobody you know, and none of your business." I say and then shove past him and walk back towards his room.

"It IS my business when you're calling dudes while in MY apartment." he says and I huff. 

"grow up Alex" I say and then walk into his room, pulling off his t shirt Im wearing and grab my panties and shorts and tank top from the floor along with my bra.

"What are you doin?" he asks with a growl. 

"Getting dressed."

"Why?" he huffs.

"Because! You're acting fucking crazy and I want to leave." I say. 

"It's late, stop.." he says and grabs my clothes and I yank them back. 

"Stop Laurel, cmon, just get in bed" he says and I yank my clothes from his hands.

"No. Im leaving." 

"but i dont want you to." he says and grabs my naked body and pulls me to him.

"get off Alex" I shove at him. 

"cmon, dont go, i'll be good" he says and I shake my head. 

"I need to be up early. I dont sleep good here anyways." 

He huffs and lets me go as I pull on my clothes.

"You running to get your cunt plowed by someone else, that it?" he asks and I roll my eyes so fucking hard, ad should fucking smack him across the mouth for that. 

"Yep, You got me. That's totally what Im doing." 

"Dont be a bitch" he says as he sits on his bed.

"Then dont be a fucking douche bag, jesus" I huff and hook my bra and then pull on my tank top and grab my phone and request an Uber. 

"Cmon, just stay here, let me make it up to you" he says with a smirk and grabs his dick and I groan with another eyeroll.

"No thanks." I say.

"Laurel." he says. "come on" 

"Go to sleep Alex." I say as I pull on my panties and my shorts. 

"Cmon, you're my girl, you cant just leave." he says.

"Im NOT your girl. YOU made that very clear. And only ever want me to be your girl when you want your dick wet, or when you think someone else is interested in me. You want your cake and to eat it too. And thats fine Alex, i'll give you all the fucking cake you want, cause that's the deal. But you dont get to act crazy or possessive when you're the one who refused to put a label on it."

"fucking labels, whys it need a label, why cant I just say youre mine and thats that?" he says. 

I shake my head. "You're so dense." 

"Dont be a cunt." he says and I pause and look at him. And i'm done. Name calling doesnt bother me really, even though it should. If he was my actual BOYFRIEND and talked to me like that, then maybe id be upset. But Alex was a hookup. Maybe at the beginning Id wanted more, but then I realized I didnt. And was content with just using each other for sex. So I let him get away with it when he told me i was ACTING like a bitch, or ACTING like a cunt. Because apparently there's a difference between saying im acting like one and actually calling my one. Guy logic I guess. 

"Don't fucking call me anymore. Dont text me. Dont fucking talk to me, ever again." I say and grab my phone and turn to leave.

"Laurel!" he yells and walks after me. 

"we're done Alex" I say. 

"no we're not" he says and grabs my arm as I reach his door and I whip around a d shove my finger in his face.

"Dont" I hiss. and he lifts his hands , knowing not to touch me again. 

"I didnt mean it like that...you called me dense....you were being a bitch" he says. 

"So are you!" I say and then grab my purse from near his door, and slide on my sandals. 

"stay with me baby" he says. "cmon" 

"Augh, no" I say and open his door.

"You leave, dont bother texting ME Laurel" he says and I roll my eyes and wave him off as I walk down the hall.

"Fuckin bitch!" he yells at me and I roll my eyes, because, yep, saw that coming. 

"You're a fuckin slut Lockwood! You're not even that good of a fuckin lay anyway! I've been fucking other girls the whole time! we were together!"

"Good for you! " I yell. "Cause we werent together ,you fuck!" I yell right back. 

He calls me several more names as I skip the elevator and go for the stairwell instead. 

Im laughing hysterically as I wait for my uber driver, shaking my head. I was not into Alex , like i said, maybe at first I was hoping we'd end up something more, but truth be told I was fine with our arrangement that we had. It was HIM who had a problem with HIS own rules.

Once I get home and lay in my bed, I dont even think about Alex, but isntead think about the tall dark handsome muppet wannabe. I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and giddyness tingling throughout my body, unable to wait to see him again tomorrow.