Chapter 2
Catherine's POV
The sun rays bleaked through the curtains as I slowly opened my eyes. My body felt like it had been hit by a moving truck, as I slowly stood on my feet.
I looked around the house but found no one, and I got the hint that my mother and younger sister had gone out.
I walked to the bathroom and showered, going over my routine in the entire process. I sat on my couch, legs crossed as I settled in the bowl of porridge and my laptop screen in front of me.
Soon after I've finished eating and now relaxing, watching a movie, I heard my phone ring.
I paused my movie and froze. I stared at my phone on the other end of the couch, and I felt my insides do a turn over.
Maybe it's Xandon.
My fingertips suddenly went cold again, as I began reaching for the device. I slowly turned my screen around, biting my lips, as my eyes got hooked on the screen, and I saw the caller ID.
I breathed out, and picked the call. My shoulder's were slumped, as I took a shaky deep breath in.
This is going to be a hard recovery.
I couldn't fathom while I thought it was Xandon who called after all this while, but I did.
The call immediately ended with my mom, as she just called to ask if there was beverages at home.
I resumed my film watching, but my mind was far gone from reality. I closed my eyes, the images of Xandon touching me the same way Jase touched me yesterday played in my mind.
I felt my breathing get shallow. The wetness between my legs began increasing as I continued playing the image in my head, and slowly I found my hand going to my core.
I glided my fingers across in a swift manner, and immediately they were covered and drenched in my arousal.
I bit my lip and slowly opened my eyes, as I stared at the door, and while the images of Xandon touching me played in my head, the images of Jase standing there, watching me rub myself, played in my mind too
My fingers returned to my core, which was already dripping from the thought if the two guys. I started off slow, pressing my fingers against my clit and rubbing in circles.
I threw my head back, when I felt the wave of pleasure that hit me. I suddenly increased my pace, still seeing and imagining their eyes looking at me, and the body already reacting to seeing me a mess for them.
I didn't stop. My other hand glided to my nipples while I continued rubbing myself faster. Muffled moans fell from my lips, as I closed my eyes.
"Fuck, Jase. Are you seeing what you're doing to me?" I had no idea why Jase's name was the only one I called, but I knew it did something to me, as I felt my hips buck forward as if looking for more friction.
I stared at the door, intent on not losing the images of him looking at me, of him holding the head of his cock while staring at my wet and dripping middle.
I felt my hips buck, and my stomach tighten, and I knew I was close. I continued rubbing, determined to reach my high, the only sound heard in the entire house was the rubbing of something wet and soft.
I closed my eyes as I felt myself going over the cliff, and my entire body locked and vibrated as I felt my juices pour out of me.
I laid back down on my couch, taking in deep breaths, while my brains scolded me for getting high on the same guy that put no effort into our best friend relationship.
I knew that I wasn't supposed to feel like this, but it wasn't in my head. The snarky remarks he made when I was with his twin, Landon. The way he looked at me.
I swear I wasn't imagining things, but what is with his lack of effort?
I put my hand across my face as I felt my eyes burning up and my heart aching again. I can't just seem to cut everything off like it wasn't real.
I sniffed as I picked my phone. My mind went to him, and no matter how pathetic it was, I needed to know how he was doing or at least if I'm the only one he pushed away after graduation.
I scrolled through my contact and found my close friend–Mayle, and began texting her, trying not to sound too invested or curious as I slowly chipped in Xandon in our conversation.
I texted in the question that had played on my mind–are you talking with Xandon?
I bit my lips as I saw the bubble underneath my text, amd my legs immediately became bouncy when the bubble disappeared.
I exhaled and proceeded to turn off my phone but then I heard a ping, and it was her. I immediately opened her chat box and my eyes glided over the message, but my brain seemed to have checked out.
How's uni? Any gossips? The only word she sent.
I blinked staring at the obvious disregard of my message. I furrowed my eyebrows as I began typing to her, and after I hit send I closed my phone putting it on Don't Not Disturb.
My mind played around some scenarios a bit, and none of them seemed favourable. My heart began feeling heavy, but I also felt my blood boil.
Why did she dismiss my message like she didn't see it?
I didn't have the time to think, as my phone vibrated beneath me. I looked at my screen to see a missed call from my mother, and immediately I removed my phone from DND.
I can't be battling with my emotions and lose the roof over my head.
Soon after, her call came in. The blaring of car horns from the back made it known that she was on the road.
"Get dressed. We are going to church"
My throat felt dry and for once I was happy of her habit of ending the call once she's delivered her message.
I couldn't handle being in the four walls of that church. At least not today.
I looked at my calendar and I saw that Xandon's school was still on holiday and I began feeling cold sweat form on my forehead.
I wasn't ready to face him, at least not now. I bit my lips as I whispered the one truth that had me hyperventilating–
"What if he doesn't care? What if it was all a lie and I was the only one holding on all these time?"
My heart couldn't let one question slip for the possiblity of the answer being what it couldn't handle.
What if he has already let go?