Chapter Seven
Wyatt wasn't so easy. He was angry and begging for help. He was begging for someone to save him. He needed someone to help him. Something about him made Callie rethink her decision.
She had met up with him to end it, but now, she couldn't. Her mind flashed back to how close her and Brandon had been yesterday. And he said she had to be single for them to kiss. And she wanted to kiss Brandon, but she couldn't hurt Wyatt. He needed her.
What she had thought was easy, turned into something so much more. She realized she knew guys like Wyatt but she didn't know him. How he hurt from losing his home, how he was confused by life in general.
And she was beginning to like the way he felt. Her feelings for him didn't go any deeper than a mutual need to want to feel better, but it didn't matter. Once again she was sucked into a world where she wanted and had to help someone pushing what she wanted behind her.
And there was the small matter of Liam to worry about. Last night she couldn't sleep. She stayed up late waiting for the clicking of the piano to begin, for a sign of comfort to come, but it never did. Liam knew where she lived, and he wasn't set on letting her go. He had to hurt her.
So Callie again was torn. She wouldn't be able to block out Brandon again, and she didn't want to, but she didn't know if she could be with him without actually being with him. It was confusing.
And she didn't know how to act Monday. At school, as she kissed Wyatt in greeting., she felt something. She didn't want to, but she did. He smiled, is usual cool smile, and she felt comfort. He was still waiting on an answer to his ever burning question, what were they?
Wyatt had never been whipped, never even close to it. But Callie drove him to the edge of coherent thought. He had to know if they were anything. Which was a first, a scary first. He cared about Callie. He needed a name for what they were, that wasn't him.
So here they were holding hands, walking down the hallway, an array of unspoken words dancing between them. He let Callie in. And she had yet to do the same. That put both of them on edge.
But Callie was welcomed back to easy ebb and flow she felt with Wyatt. It was so simple to hold is hand, to comfort him, to kiss him. Nothing was on the line. She couldn't be hurt by Wyatt. Not lie Brandon had the ability to hurt her.
"Come hang out with me after school?" Wyatt questions, kissing her again, as they walk out of the school building.
"mmm, why?" Callie asks back her lips brushing against his with her words.
She didn't feel an inferno whenever he was near, the desire to kiss him and touch him didn't overpower normal thought. But when they kissed Callie felt a slow burn. A slow burn was it, but the ease and comfort along with it, kept Brandon pushed to the back of her mind.
"So I can do this," he mumbled kissing her softly, "Several times over and over again, including different positions of our lips, and tongues on skin?" he said moving to kiss her neck.
She tilted her head to give him better access.
But then she remembered the house would be empty tonight. Jesus had a Volleyball Game, Marianna was going to a poetry slam or something else similar, it was Brandon's dad's night, Jude was going to his tutor, and Lena and Stef wanted date night. All of which the house would be empty from five to at least seven or later.
Callie laughed. What would she gain from inviting him over? Confusion. But relaxation as well.
"Just come over to my empty house tonight at five thirty, then we can do all of what you just mentioned," Callie murmured leaving a kiss on his lips.
He smirked with a nod, and kissed Callie's cheek, as Jude approached.
"Hey Wyatt," Jude said smiling.
Wyatt delivered a fond smile for the kid. He was an only child, and Jude was a good kid, it was a simple thing for him to take to Jude.
"Hey kiddo. Alright, I'm off. Callie see you around?" Wyatt asks with a simple smirk.
Wyatt walked away right as Brandon joined the group a sad and frustrated look on his face.
After a few simple greetings, and a brief conversation Jude walked ahead on their way home. Brandon was frustrated, in more than one way, when he saw Wyatt with Callie all day today. Did she forget the park? Or did she just go back to not caring.
They dropped Jude off at his tutor, and continued their walk home a thousand unanswered questions on their mind.
"How's our pal Wyatt?" Brandon questioned, and he hated himself for sounding bitter, but didn't her deserve to be bitter?
"Brandon," Callie warned, her voice said it all. He rolled his eyes and stormed past her into the house.
Callie knew what she had done, but a part of her didn't understand his frustration and anger. She couldn't end it with Wyatt, because then life would be complicated. And she just wanted simple for a little while, while it could last. One day, her and Brandon could be together, and they would be perfect and beautiful, but today they couldn't.
She needed him to understand that. But she knew he never would. She had hoped after they had gotten so close, that maybe just maybe, he would get it. But that was it. Nobody ever understood. No matter what she thought, nobody would ever get it.
"Well hello there," Wyatt says as the door opens. He was slightly surprised at what he saw.
Callie was beautiful as usual but looked distressed. Her hair was slightly messed up, and by the way she ran her fingers through it as she opened the door, he could tell that was the reason.
Callie had been a wreck, or slightly one since her small fight with Brandon. She paced, and sat still, then paced, then messed with her hair. The quiet house was not helping her any. She had tried playing her guitar but it came out off tune and forced. She needed a distraction from her confused mind.
Her hands reached out for Wyatt, and pulled him by his shirt collar closer to her, shutting the door behind them.
Wyatt couldn't tell if he liked her change in demeanor. For the first time, Callie looked needy, and he was pretty sure he would give into any of her needs.
"Everything all right?" he asked as he followed her to the couch in the living room.
They sat down, and Callie stared at the guitar she had left out on the table, before looking back at Wyatt. He looked like he cared, and she didn't know if he should. He probably shouldn't not when the reason for her stress was another guy who made her feel so different, and perfect. Something Wyatt did, but not anywhere near as well.
She had to forget the way Brandon's hands felt on her. They hadn't even kissed, and her mind had fueled fantasy after fantasy were they did a lot more. He had kissed her hand, and that feeling was killing her.
She was so confused and tormented because she knew she was a few words from getting to feel that with Brandon, more of it. But she also knew that that would be bad, awful. And only end badly. So she had to stay with Wyatt, because he almost made her forget. Maybe that's what she needed.
"I don't want to talk about it," she mumbled, her hands forming her plan before her brain. They started to dance across Wyatt's chest, as she got up onto her knees.
"Just…just..make me forget it, okay? Please?" she said bending down to kiss him.
Wyatt didn't know if he should help her run away from her problems. But he kissed her back. If all he was ever good for was erasing problems, he could do that. It was better than being the cause of the problem.
So they kissed. Their tongues mingling in a simple dance of discovery. It was so basic, Callie thought. Lips to lips, tongue to tongue, no spark, no fire, just a slow burn. Maybe the slow burn could provide comfort though.
Wyatt's hands tangled into Callie's hair as he pulled her closer. Her body moved to straddle his lap, and he was almost embarrassed at how he had gotten hard with simple kisses. So he took charge. He brushed his lips against her throat, and scratched his teeth against her skin. Her head tilt back and she moaned softly.
Her hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, where she moved to slide it up. A second of parted lips from skin, and Wyatt was shirtless. Her hands roamed his chest on their own. Wyatt still played with her neck. She almost froze when he kissed directly on the pulse point of her neck. That was too intiment. Too much.
She pulled back from him, only to reconnect their lips. Callie thought this would be okay. She felt herself fall into their kiss. Fall into his hands as they moved to her back, and roamed over her until they reached her shirt buttons.
With a swift movement Wyatt had her on her back, with him on top of her. Callie didn't like forgoing control, but she needed to get someone else touches out of her mind. She shut her eyes tight, and let her hands roam up and down Wyatt's arms.
He began to unbutton her shirt, unsure of how far Callie wanted to take this to forget, but the buttons were down without a word from Callie. The only sound was a few murmmurings escaping from her lips, and the back of her throat.
"You're beautiful Callie," he said into her skin, as his lips trailed over her neck, to her collar bone.
They didn't send a trail of fire in their wake, or send tingles to her, but she couldn't deny it didn't feel bad. It boarded on good. So good that with shut eyes, she reached for the button on his jeans.
Undoing that their lips reconnected, and their bodies collided. It was a slow grind, that caused Wyatt to moan in Callie's ear, and Callie to bite back her own moan. Her hands danced between them to undo the zipper, and slightly slide down his jeans.
Wyatt couldn't take it, he pinned her hands above her head, and kissed her again. A loud moan escaped Callie's lips as the front door slammed.
They jumped apart instantly. Wyatt stood unsure of what to do. Callie reached for her shirt, not putting it on as she looked up to meet angry eyes. Angry eyes that sent chills down her spine.
"Moms would kill you if they knew he was here with no one home," Brandon said, venom spitting out from his voice.
He took in the scene, Callie without a shirt. Wyatt shirtless, and his pants undone. He cringed at the thought of what he had just walked into. And how could Callie do that? How? She was supposed to be breaking up with the guy, not having sex with him on his couch!
"You're not going to tell them!" Callie demanded from Brandon, which only caused more anger in Brandon.
"I might" he lied. He wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't, but he was too angry not to bluff.
"Wyatt you should go, I'll see you tomorrow," Callie said, kissing his cheek. Bad move. Brandon was already angry that simple thing might drive him over the edge.
"You going to be okay?" Wyatt asked, taking a look at Brandon, as he righted his shirt. Callie nodded briefly, and watched Wyatt leave.
Not before glaring at Brandon on his way out. Now this was going to get bad. Brandon and Callie both knew it. They were both angry, annoyed, frustrated, and hurt. It wasn't a good combination.
Wyatt walked away with a little understanding of the situation. He was angry, but he got something now. Outside he kicked a tree in ager, he liked Callie and cared about her. But girls didn't close their eyes while they got intense unless they were wishing it was someone else. And the way he saw the fire in Callie's eyes change to passion when Brandon entered the room, he knew who the other guy was. Anger bubbled in him, and he kicked the tree harder, before walking into the darkness.
Back in the house, tension was surrounding Callie and Brandon. Neither wanted to talk first. But soon enough hurt pushed words out of Brandon's mouth.
"So what you just handing it out free now? I wouldn't kiss you and now you have to have sex with Wyatt to prove something," Brandon spat out. The way he looked at Callie was everything evil on earth. It stung her worse than everything.
"Real nice Brandon. Maybe this had nothing to do with you," Callie said equal venom, equal hurt. Although her anger wasn't fair. Hers came from frustration. Frustration towards Brandon, at making her feel so torn. And so good, but not being able to be with him.
"So what? What you said at the park meant nothing?" Brandon said, his anger was cooling, and the hurt was shining through, he approached Callie slowly.
Two steps away he stopped. This was too much. He cared too much. But he had seriously thought Callie wanted him. She had said she did, now he wasn't so sure. He watched her take a deep breath before speaking.
"It meant everything. I meant it. But we can't be together, you know that! And somewhere along the day I realized how that bothered me. How I was going to have to forget the way you made me feel, or give in and get kicked out. I couldn't do either. Wyatt, helps me forget the way your hands feel. For a minute," Callie admitted all in one breath, looking up at Brandon who was softening.
"Why is it so easy with Wyatt, and not with me?" Brandon asks frustration creeping into his tone, but he was calmer.
"He can't hurt me. You can," her words were like a knife, and glue at the same time. The knife was that she thought he would hurt her. The tape was that she cared enough that he could hurt her.
"I would never hurt you," it was a promise that with every fiber of his being he meant.
Callie was taken back. How did she explain how it was. She knew he would never hurt her, not intentionally. But then why had she pushed so far from him in her mind today.
"Callie. I can't do this. You want me, than you go hot and heavy with Wyatt. Now what ? We either do this, you and me, or we both walk away. But I can't see you with him, when you say you want me," Brandon poured his heart into these words. The whole honest truth.
Callie nodded at his words. They both calmed then. It was all out there.
"I don't even want Wyatt," she whispered shaking her head. That was a lie, too. She wanted him as a friend, but she wanted Brandon as everything.
"Then why?" he asked making a gesture to the couch, where he had found them. Callie's eyes shut tight, and stayed closed, before she spoke.
"I wanted to erase the way your hands felt, even just holding mine. I had to make it disappear, because I can't have that. And I don't want to fantasize about something I can't have." Callie admitted, her eyes shut tight.
She couldn't see Brandon close the distance, but she could feel him growing nearer. He was tense, on edge. And he could smell her cherry peppermint scent. He wanted to forget what he had just seen, and remind her of how his touch felt. So pushing any ounce of will power he had left away he spoke.
"Don't forget. Callie. Don't even try," he whispered inches from her face.
He was forgetting his one rule, she had to be his. And she wasn't. Not technically. But he oh so wanted to forget a few measly words, and kiss her. Could he do it?
Two promises flashed into his mind. "There's nothing going on with Callie and me" and "You have to be mine for me to kiss you." So he pushed them to the back of his mind, and for the first time he broke a few rules.
Authors Note: Don't hate me. I have been broken. They will be exploring another side of their relationship in the next chapter, don't hate me I couldn't not and its going to happen. Alright well happy reading.