Funny Little Love

Should I Text Him?

32

ALEX

We gotta start over as friends.

What was I thinking when I said that?

The party was on a Friday. I had seen him once over the weekend.

I was at Lizzie's house to hang out with her as usual and we were getting some snacks from downstairs when we Shawn entered the room all sweaty, wearing his soccer jersey with mud stuck to the bits of it.

Lizzie and I are in the kitchen downstairs loading any snack we could find, that we could have while binge-watching something on Netflix when the door slings open. Shawn enters all sweaty, wearing his jersey, parts of it lathered with mud.

"Mom's not home and I'm not cleaning the floor if that gets all over here, not even if you beg a thousand times. You're cleaning that shit." Lizzie points at Shawn's dress and yells from the kitchen.

Drops of sweat roll off Shawn's bulged biceps, clearly visible because the jersey is too small for him and he obviously has natural inclination to show off his body. Those drops of sweat roll off from his biceps and inch downwards towards the extremely veiny and muscly lower part of his hand.

"Eyes up here, Al. Friends don't look at friends like that." Shawn's voice says.

I look up to see the smug look on his face with that characteristic smirk.

I want to go grab him, have him carry me to his bedroom and fuck me there right now but I can't, thanks to my own stupid words I said in some kind of an emotional daze.

Come on, don't do that to me.

"Friends what?" Lizzie asks from behind me having no clue what Shawn were talking about.

"Not meant for you." Shawn gives Lizzie a disappointed look.

"If you get any mud on the floor, that's not meant for me to clean either. Weren't the school showers working?" Lizzie snaps back.

"No, they do maintenance on weekends." Shawn says.

"So all of you just walk home like pigs after a mudbath?" Lizzie asks.

"That's a great analogy and yeah, some of us like mud on our bodies." Shawn says, looking at me.

"OMG." Lizzie's voice says from behind me.

I realize I have been staring at Shawn long enough to consider myself a creep and turn back right on time to see Lizzie roll her eyes and continue our scavenger hunt in the fridge.

I hear Shawn's footsteps on the stairs.

"You're cleaning every mudstain on the stairs too." Lizzie yelled back at the sound of the footsteps.

That was the last time I saw or heard from Shawn till today and this one and a half day of silence from him is so agonizing.

No text, no call, no sight. This is not what I expected when he said that he was confident about winning me over.

Is he ignoring me on purpose?

Should I text him?

That's probably not a good idea, given my track record of doing or saying stupid things when I'm nervous and messing everything up.

Is it some kind of strategy? Ignore me until I miss him so much that I scoot right back to him and ditch the friends thing?

Ha, in your dreams, bitch.