Angela's POV
I rolled off of Jordan, both our bodies damp with perspiration. I lay beside him for a moment, my head briefly resting on his shoulder; my finger tips absently tracing his tattoo. "What are you thinking?" he asks me.
I sit up, the euphoria of sex wearing off. "That with you helping me, I'm never going to get unpacked."
I was a little surprised when he showed up that morning with muffins and coffee from a near by bakery. I had not even left two hours before, but there he was smiling that irresistible Jordan Catalano smile. "What are you doing here?" I had asked him. He just smiled more and slipped past me into my apartment. He put the coffee and muffins on the table, "I brought you some breakfast, and you mention unpacking, so I thought I could help."
The only thing he managed to help with was removing my clothes. Even now he was looking at me with those amazing blue eyes, and all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and have him inside of me again. "Isn't this more fun?" he asks. Before I can answer him, his arm wraps around my waist and he's dragging me across his hard naked body.
"Jordan," I protest, but he's busy nibbling on my neck. "Please, stop it."
"What you don't like when I do that?" He asked as he pulled his lips from my neck, his arms still holding me in place on top of him. "I do, but I don't want to live surrounded by boxes forever," I tell him, but already I was melting against him, giving into his hands that were now slowly traveling down my waist. Right then my phone rang; I sprung up from the bed, using it as my escape. "Saved by the bell," I tell him with a small smile as I reach for my cordless phone.
"Don't answer it, come back and we can finish this," he says rolling on to his side, facing me.
I laugh, taking note of his naked body, his erection already making reappearance, I look down at the call display. "Sorry it's my mom, and if I don't talk to her now, she'll call all day."
"Patty," he says in a near whisper, but his lips curl into a satisfied smile, as if he's happy he remembered her name.
"Hey mom," I say into the phone.
"Angela, I hadn't heard from you since moving day," She tells me; I can hear that slightly hurt tone to her voice.
I pick up my robe from a chair and slip it on as I tell her, "I know I've been busy. Unpacking, working, you know." I look over at Jordan, who looks disappointed that I covered myself. For some reason talking to my mother naked just seemed wrong.
"Everything is fine then?"
"Great, why?" I ask.
"Because I'm your mother and I worry. How are the neighbors'?"
"The neighbors," I repeat, Jordan arches a brow at me, as I say the word neighbor. I'm trying not to laugh, or say something that would make my mom suspicious. "They fine, they're very, friendly." I watch as he rolls onto his back with a large grin on his handsome face.
"I was worried about you living alone in New York."
"Mom I've lived in New York since I got back from Europe."
"Yes but with Rickie and then with Kevin," she reminds me.
"Like Kevin was ever home," I grumble, not really wanting to think about my ex-husband, especially with my high school boyfriend lying naked on my bed.
"He hasn't tried to contact you?"
"Nope, not a peep."
"Good. You should have your sister come out for a weekend."
"You think Danielle is really going to want to spend time away from all her College friends to come keep her sister company?"
"I just thought it would be a nice gesture."
"I'll ask."
"Has your father called you yet?"
"Not since I moved in, he came by with food from the restaurant."
"Hallie," I hear her mutter.
"Mom, not now ok."
"Fine, just he lives in the same city, you think he would find time for his daughter."
"He will, I should go, I still got boxes to get to."
"Fine, I love you."
"Love you too," I tell her before I hang up. I absently sat down on the edge of the bed after I hung up, sometimes conversations with my mom were exhausting, even when not much was said. Sometimes I just wish she would trust me with my own life. There was some reason for her to worry about me, more then a mother should. She pretty much let Danielle live her life the way she wanted to, which would explain my sisters excessive face piercings. I was completely lost in thought when the phone was plucked from my hands and dropped to the floor.
Jordan's looking at me, but not smiling now. "Sorry, me and my mom are kinda complicated now," I tell him.
"I think you two have always been complicated," he tells me, he still studying me.
"Oh ya, you figured that out back in high school," I ask him, lifting my eyebrow at him.
"No, I think I was pretty much clueless to anything that wasn't about me directly and even then, but as look back on things now, everything is so obvious," he pauses, and lets out a deep breath, "like that Brian kid being in love with you."
Jordan's POV
Angela sat down on the bed after she got off the phone with Patty. I can tell her mind is somewhere else, probably with thoughts of her family and ex husband, the conversation was short but it was obviously tiring to Angela. I wait for her to acknowledge my presence, but when she doesn't I grab the phone that is still in her hand and drop it to the floor. She comes to and looks at me, "Sorry, me and my mom are kinda complicated now," she says with a forced smile.
For a second I think back to the few times I had seen Angela and her mom together and I knew that they had never had an easy relationship, but at least they had one, my own mother took off when I was seven, and left me with my father. I shake my own unhappy memories off and tell her, "I think you two have always been complicated."
She lifts a golden eye brow at me, "Oh ya, you figured that out back in high school?"
"No, I think I was pretty much clueless to anything that wasn't about me directly and even then, but as look back on things now, everything is so obvious," I tell her. I had failed to notice so much that was going on around me, even that I wasn't the only one that had feelings for her. I let rush of air out of my lungs and look into her green eyes, "like that Brian kid being in love with you."
I'm in a little bit of shock that it took me 13 years to figure out that he wrote that letter from his own heart, and that it had really nothing to do with me. I lay back on her pillows, but my eyes don't leave hers. She gives me a little laugh, "You didn't know?"
"No, that night, our last fight that's what you two were talking about. Did you two ever?" I feel sick inside thinking about that frizzy blonde haired kid kissing or even worse touching her.
She reaches for my face; she's giving me an odd grin. "Jealous?" she asks as she runs her hand down my cheek.
"Very," I confess as I grab her hand and press it to my face.
"Well you don't have to be, at least not of Brian Krackow."
"He never asked you out," I shake my head with disbelief, "Guess he was more spineless then I thought."
"I didn't say we never went out, we had a date, once. "
"Oh," I whisper, the jealousy was back, my stomach turned. I know I had no right to those feelings, I screwed her best friend, and realistically I screwed her best friend, while in my mind I pretended it was her, which was wrong on so many levels.
"It was horrid," she tells me as I try and shake off the image of Rayanne Graff under me, touching me, telling me it's ok to call her Angela as I entered her. "Nothing went right, he tried to kiss me but I had just known him way to long, and I felt bad, you don't want details."
"Please no. So who was the first?" I hear myself ask, and I know I want to take the words back as soon as they're out of my mouth.
"Just a guy, in college, it was brief," she says shaking her golden head, like she was trying to erase the memory.
"You waited that long?"
"I just wasn't ready, and you didn't want to wait."
"I was a stupid horny kid, but it didn't mean I didn't," I pause, not sure what to tell her.
"Didn't what?"
"You know, care, about, you. Do you remember that night, that you bought the ID?"
"The night that the entire school thought we had sex in your car?" She says with a small laugh, and a roll of her green eyes.
"Ya that night, there was like a moment when I knew that my life would never be the same, because of you."
Angela's POV
"I was a stupid horny kid, but it didn't mean I didn't," he pauses as if he's not sure what to say, but my hearting is beating fast, and I feel almost light headed by his honesty.
"Didn't what?" I urge, wanting him to tell me how he felt about me back then. I knew it was along time ago, and we had both decided to leave the past where it belonged, but that just seemed impossible at the moment.
"You know, care, about, you. Do you remember that night, that you bought the ID?"
"The night that the entire school thought we had sex in your car?" I say with a laugh, because it was funny, how two very bad kisses had been turned into us, having sex.
"Ya that night, there was like a moment when I knew that my life would never be the same, because of you."
My heart swells slightly, it wasn't the confession I was hoping for, but it was something that the younger Jordan would never been able to confess to and then I realize that even after 13 years it would be easy to fall in love with him all over again, maybe too easy. I lean into his body and press my lips against his. He responds naturally, his tongue sliding between my lips and into my mouth. I groan as I feel my body responding to his kiss. Then as quickly as it started he stopped. He pulled his mouth from mine and slid out from under me, leaving me sitting awkwardly on my bed. He grabbed his discarded khakis from the floor and slid them on.
"What are u doing?" I ask, confused.
"Getting dressed," he tells me as he grabs his shirt and looks back at me.
"Right," I say, still not sure if he was serious.
"Thought u wanted to unpack," he tells me.
"I do, I did, but you're just going to stop, " I almost yell, my body still wanting him.
"Ya, come on get dressed, let's do this," he said with a large grin, he holds his hand out to me, as if to help me off the bed.
"You're serious," I exclaim as I let him pull me to my feet.
He strolls to my bedroom door, "You said you wanted to unpack, and if we get it done, I'll make it up to you," he winks at me and then disappears down my hallway, leaving me half naked and very confused.