Georgia"Georgia, what are you waiting for?" I stared at the door Wilson had just exited through, my mouth hanging a bit. For the first time in a while, I was left speechless. Not only from the insult of her words, but also from her fierceness. No one had ever spoken to me like that. Not even my best friend. And the hairflip? Was it necessary?"Georgia," Solene repeated, a hard edge in her voice.Turning to her, I cleared my throat and sat up in my seat a little straighter."W-what?"Her eyebrows lifted a litle but she quickly schooled her featured into a disapproving look. "Why are you just sitting there? Go after him."Go after him? "Why would I do that? You heard what he just said to me.""Have you even been listening to yourself all night?" She interjected."Seriously, George. I knew you were ignorant but I didn't know it was this bad."I tried to think back and remember what I said. None of it seemed outrageously offensive to me. Maybe I could've worded a few things better, but
My heart skipped a beat and I found myself frozen. Wilson couldn't have gotten into trouble in this short span of time. That was impossible. But why was his phone on the ground and his nowhere to be seen?"Hey!" a sharp, very high and very familiar voice cried. I clenched the phone in my hand and turned. That was definitely Wilson's voice. And he was close. I looked around-how had I missed him walking by? The group of businesswoman were still standing on the sidewalk as I passed them again and I slowed my pace, listening hard for his voice again."Don't touch me, I'm fine!"I stopped dead in my tracks. His voice had come from the middle of the group."We're just trying to help," one of the woman said. She was old and I couldn't see her face because her back was to me. She bent down and as she straightened up Wilson appeared in front of her, his hair disheveled."Let go," he demnanded again, his voice as huge as him.What did they think they were doing?My jaw clenched and I stepped f
Wilson's POV"Ughh," I groaned, pressing on my temple and trying to ease the pounding of my headache. I really hadn't thought it through when I'd decided to get drunk the night before. Not to mention the fact that I hadn't even gotten home until two in the morning and then had to wake up at eight to get ready for my nine-to-five shift. All in all, I felt like crap.Arian smirked at me from the other side of the store, where he was currently wiping down tables. I'd volunteered to do it initially, but the smell of bleach made me want to puke. I glanced at my phone, expecting to see a missed call from Georgia, but there was nothing. Had I scared her away last night? She'd definitely deserved my attitude, but I wondered if I was too harsh.I snorted. I wasn't even going to entertain that thought for a moment. She totally deserved it. Hopefully, she'd learned something from it. Admittedly, I was still a little worried. What if she didn't want to use me as his pretend boyfriend anymore? T
She'd left me Aspirin? That was surprisingly sweet. I'd been in such a rush to get to bed I hadn't even emptied out that bag though. "I missed it. Did you go out to buy it? You didn't have to. It was my choice to drink and I'll deal with the consequences.""I carry it around with me," she told me and I imagined her shrugging. "I get headaches often.""Oh. Well still, thank you," I said awkwardly. She sounded weird today. Meek, almost. Maybe I had been a little too rude to her. I couldn't remember my exact words, so I wasn't sure. But it was definitely weird to have Georgia acting this way. Creepy, almost. "Listen, Georgia, about last night.""It's okay," she said immediately. "I've been, for lack of better words, a bitch. Don't apologize because you haven't been doing anything wrong. It was me."Just what exactly had I said the night before? Whatever it was, it worked. I was impressed. "Okay.""Can we move past this? I want this to work and not be awkward between us. I will do my b
Back at home and after showering, I was once again facing the dilemma that all my clothing was old and baggy. I debated wearing the suit I'd worn last night but didn't want to wear dirty clothing. Which left me with a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt, my usual attire. I didn't think it mattered this time since I was just going to her house it wasn't like I was meeting anyone.Hopefully.The minute I saw a car pull down my street I rushed out of my apartment and locked it behind me. As I hurried down the stairs I looked at the apartment below me and was surprised to see a couple of squatters hanging out instead of the usual woman. A couple of them stared at me and a couple waved and I waved back a little awkwardly. One squatter was fine but five? Our landlord was going to notice eventually. And I wasn't sure how comfortable I felt with all the locks in this place being shodd.Shaking my head, I exited the main door. I'd figure that out later. I headed over to Georgia's black BMW a
Georgia made a noncommittal noise and pulled down a side street that led tO a small cul-de-sac surrounded by trees. I turned my attention out the window and thought it was odd that there weren't any houses on the street until my eyes fell across the house at the furthest edge of the cul-de-sac.I immediately knew it was Georgia's house. She seemed the type to want to be the only house on the street. Amazingly though, it wasn't some gigantic mansion. It wasn't small by any means and it definitely looked like someone who had money owned it, but it actually did seem modest. Most of the house stood two stories tall with the exception of one side that was only one story, with dark brown paneling complemented by a deep jade gable roof. With the surrounding woods, it gave off a picturesque feel.The one thing it had that I was expecting was an iron gate surrounding the property. Georgia hit a button on the roof of her car and the gates opened allowing us entrance. She drove down her drivewa
Moving on, I could see she had a dartboard and lots of art on the walls and that the living room doubled as the dining room with a dining table settled along the glass wall. "Wow," I breathed as I walked up to it. Even in the dreary weather, the view was incredible. The forest broke at the edge of the lake, revealing the huge body of water. There was a dock floating by the shore and a couple of kayaks propped up by the trees. "You really designed this place? That's really amazing. I'm impressed.""I can tell," Georgia said, coming to stand beside me. She grinned. "You're cute when you're excited."I felt myself blush before I could stop it. Did she have to smile so beautiful while saying that? "Shut up.""But thank you. I don't show off my place to many so I appreciate the compliment," she continued, getting more serious."Why don't you invite people over? I'd be showing it off to everyone.""This is the only place I have left," she said, gazing out at the lake, her jaw tightening.
GeorgiaMy fingers twitched at my side as I watched Wilson examine every inch of my house. As much as I loved watching his expressions of awe, I felt nervous. The initial high of having someone over had worn off and I felt antsy. It'd been a long time since I'd let someone over. Even longer since I had a guy over. I didn't know why I was so nervous. He seemed perfectly at ease. Shouldn't he be the one feeling anxious? Especially after the incident with my sister's room? I'd left the door unlocked so it was really my fault, but my rash actions didn't seem to have bothered him at all.The man in question pressed his face against the glass wall that overlooked the lake and I wanted to tell him not to smudge it but managed to keep my mouth shut. He moved into the kitchen, trailing a hand across the marble countertops and stopping by the spice rack to inspect the contents.I stayed rooted to the spot, unsure whether to go after him or not. It kind of annoyed me that I felt uncomfortable i