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
Georgia"If it's not something like that, could it be that you're actually a mass murderer and...""No," I snapped, cutting him off. "It's my older sister's room."He snapped his mouth shut, his eyes widening. "Oh! I forgot you had a sister."I pressed my lips together, grimacing inwardly. I didn't want to talk about this. I'd been caught off guard and had let it slip. "I don't like to talk about her," I said tensely."We don't have to talk about her, I feel that same way about my sister," he replied easily.I stayed silent because no one ever let the subject of my sister go without me snapping. However, a few moments of silence passed and Wilson stayed quiet. Then something clicked. "You have a sister?""Is that the one personal question you're asking me?"I hesitated and then nodded. I was a bit curious about his family life, but I'd be a hypocrite if I wanted to pry too deeply."Yep, I do. She's older than me but she acts much younger than me. And she acts really dumb, but she's
WilsonGeorgia was staring at me. I tried really hard not to notice, but it was pretty much impossible. Her eyes followed me everywhere I went. She was so busy watching me that she almost caught the meatballs she was making on fire (her idea of a great dinner was spaghetti and meatballs made from scratch).That aside, her constant gaze was making me unconmfortable. Even while we were eating dinner she was staring and she missed her mouth at least five times, leaving a trail of tomato sauce down her chin, which she didn't wipe away in time, so it left a stain on her pale skin.I ate with my head down, so I didn't have to make eye contact with her. Why was she acting so weird? Was it because I told her about my family? If I'd known she was going to react like this, I wouldn't have mentioned it.Her change in demeanor and attitude was so drastic and sudden it creeped me out. Did she really feel that badly for treating me the way she had been? I appreciated it, but maybe she was taking it
For a moment it seemed as though Georgia was going to argue with me, but she just sighed lightly. "Are you done? We can leave now; I'll finish eating later. You're barely going to get any sleep. You need at least eight hours of sleep each night.""I usually survive on five," I told her, standing from the table. "Do you need help cleaning up?""No, I'm not paying you to clean up. I can do it after. Let's go."As we left her house, I caught myself glancing back at the room she'd scolded me for almost entering earlier. Seeing how it was her brother's room, I get that she didn't want me going in there. But did her brother still live here or not? Why would Georgia leave her room set up if she didn't? Maybe her family was just as messed up as mine.Georgia held the door open for me and we headed for her fancy BMW. I turned the radio on as soon as the car started, Andrea was standing there with a huge smile on her face holding what I suspected to be packs of food."There you are," she growle