Leave it in the Past

“ZZZZZT ZZZZZZT ZZZZZZT.” I woke up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand next to my bed. I groaned and rolled over to see who it was. I expected it to be my parents or my sister because I hadn’t talked to them in forever, but it was an unknown Chicago number. I almost hit ignore, but then decided it could be important.

“Hello?” I asked, putting the phone to my ear. I was still sleepy, and it was evident in my
voice. I checked my clock, it was 9:45.

“Peyton? It’s Brandon Saad. Did I wake you up?” My eyes shot wide open. I was awake now. He was very attractive. I had no idea how he got my number, my guess is that it was probably Patrick that gave it to him.

“Nope.” I lied. “What can I do for you?” I asked, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Well, I kinda need your help with something. I need a girl’s advice and I thought you would be helpful.” He admitted. I nodded to myself, inspecting my blonde hair for any split ends.

“Sure! What is it?” I asked. I put my phone between my shoulder and my ear. I untangled myself from my mess of purple sheets and got out of bed.

“Well you know the charity event coming up?” He asked nervously.

“Uh- huh.” I responded, pacing around my room. Then I froze. I hoped he wasn’t going to ask me to be his date since Patrick already had.

“Well I want to ask Erica to be my date and I was wondering if you would help me.” He blurted out quickly. I let out a sigh of relief, and continued pacing like I always did when talking on the phone.

“Of course! What do you want me to do?” I asked excitedly. Erica had been complaining how she had no date yet for the past week. Then I stopped pacing. Was she awake yet? Her room was right next to mine and the walls were thin. I didn’t want her to hear any of this in case it was supposed to be a surprise.

“To be honest, I have no idea where to start.” Brandon confessed. This could be fun to plan. I grabbed one of Patrick’s sweatshirts, and started walking down the hall towards the balcony.

“Alright, well how about you hang out with her first? Like go on a cute little date, and then afterwards ask her to be your date.” I suggested. I stepped on to the balcony and sat on the bench. Holding the phone in my hand, I put on the sweatshirt. It was really fuzzy and reached past my butt. I quickly put my phone back to my ear.

“That’s a good idea! But I don’t have her number and I haven’t talked to her very much.”
“Don’t worry! I can talk about you to her, she likes new guys. And I’ll text you her phone number later.” I answered enthusiastically. All of a sudden, the sliding door to the balcony opened, startling me. I jumped up and my beautiful iPhone flew out of my hand, and over the rail. It sailed down 22 stories of the apartment building and onto the sidewalk below.

“What the hell?” I faintly heard below from someone on the sidewalk down below. I turned around to see Patrick staring at me, his mouth wide open in shock. I ran to the rail to see it in pieces way below and a few people gathered around it.

“What the fuck Peyt? Why are you so jumpy? Who were you talking to? Are you cheating on me?!?” He interrogated. I was still too in shock to answer. I pushed past him and ran inside and out the front door of his apartment to try and get to the elevators and go get the remains of my phone. He followed me out, still asking a million questions. When I got to elevators, I repeatedly pushed the down button. After what felt like forever, finally, the elevator got to the floor and I quickly got in and pressed the “L”. Just as the doors were closing, Patrick caught up to me and put his arms in between the doors and let himself in. The doors closed and we stood in silence for a few moments until he spoke.

“Who were you talking to?” He asked seriously. I sighed, knowing he wouldn’t like my answer.

“Brandon Saad.” I said emotionless. Inside, I was a wreck. I was going to have to buy a new phone here and possibly change my number and I knew what a pain in the ass that would be.

“Why?” He asked. He looked absolutely pissed. I didn’t care, I wasn’t doing anything wrong by talking to Saad.

“To give him advice.” I looked at the counter inside the elevator. We were slowing down to a stop and we had only made it to the 17th floor. I didn’t want anyone outside to take my phone pieces or the case. The elevator stopped, and a business woman got on, and looked Patrick and I over. We stood in silence again. He didn’t say anything else the whole way down and I rushed out of the elevator when we got to the bottom, with him right behind me. I got out to the sidewalk to see pieces of glass littered everywhere. I groaned, there was nothing worth scavenging.

“Here’s your case.” Patrick said simply, handing me my purple and blue sparkly case. It was now scratched and cracked. I grabbed it and threw it into the trash; it wasn’t useable anymore. I shook my head and walked back into Patrick’s building. I walked back to the elevators and waited for the elevator. Once again, Patrick joined me.

“So why were you talking to him outside?” He questioned. I glared at the wall and tried to ignore him.

“PEYTON.” He stressed. I looked at him, surprised; he never called me by my full name.

“What?” I gritted through my teeth.

“Why were you talking to him outside?” He repeated. The elevator opened and we walked in.

“I didn’t want Erica to hear.” I shrugged.

“Well why not?”

“I’m not telling you.” I replied stubbornly. I didn’t want to talk to him.

“Tell me if you want me to take you to get a new phone.” He demanded. I turned and glared at him.

“God Patrick, you’re such an ass sometimes. First you accuse me of cheating on you and now you try to blackmail me.” I sputtered. I was really pissed off. Not because of my broken phone, but because he actually thought I would cheat on him. He gave me a fake smile and that pushed me over the edge. The elevator finally reached his floor, and I shoved him out of the way and ran to my room. He tried to follow after me, but I quickly shut and looked my door. I slid down and sighed. I wasn’t really sure why I was all worked up, but I knew I just needed to cool down for a few minutes. I felt like my whole body was heated, and I took the sweatshirt I had on, off.

“Peyt, come on, I’m sorry. Can we talk?” He asked outside my door. I rolled my eyes, but I knew that it would only get worse if I stayed in my room. I sighed and got off the floor and unlocked the door. I walked to my bed and sat down and he followed me in, closing the door behind him. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me.

“Why would you ever think that I would cheat on you?” I asked making eye contact with his beautiful blue eyes. He quickly looked down.

“Because I’m afraid you’re gonna find someone a lot better than me.” He muttered. “And
you’re too nice to break up with me unless I did something stupid.” He sniffed a little, but tried to hide it.

“Patrick, I would never cheat on you. I would never have said yes to you if I didn’t want to be with you. And I’m really not sure I could find a guy better than you.” I said softly, biting my lip. I rubbed my hand on the middle his thigh reassuringly. He stared at my hand for a moment before talking again.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just waited forever for you and I don’t want to lose you.” He admitted.

“Patrick, you’re gonna have to do a whole lot worse if you wanna get rid of me.” I joked. He smiled and leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Damn, I was trying pretty hard.” He teased. I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

“Not doing a great job.” I said, staring at his leg. I moved my hand in circles. I rubbed his soft sweatpants, slowly going higher up his leg. I cocked a half-smile at him, trying to tease him. As I got higher I could feel him tense up. I was nearly to his groin. I slowly started to lift my hand away, and he quickly looked at me surprised.

“Wait, don’t-” he started. I quickly put my hand back where his leg met his torso and clenched it. Then I leaned in towards his face, supporting my weight with the hand that was on his leg.

“Don’t what?” I smiled seductively, just inches away from his face.

“Nothing.” He said simply, laying down on my bed. I knew he didn’t want to admit that he wanted me to keep going; he didn’t want to give in. I kept rubbing his leg, getting closer to the center. He groaned a little. I slowly slid my hand my up his shirt to his lower abs. I traced the different grooves he had because of his six pack.

“Like what you see?” He asked, teasingly. He lifted his t-shirt over his head in one swift motion, revealing his chiseled body. I shrugged, “Ehh I’ve seen better.” He shook his head and laughed.

“Well what do you have under your shirt Peyt?” He asked, sporting that famous cocky smile of his.

“I don’t know. Maybe a sports bra. Maybe something else.” I teased, tugging the hem of my own shirt. I moved my hand back to right above the waistband of his pants. His pants hung really low, so I knew that I was close to my target. Using my index finger, I lightly traced the edge of the waistband. Slowly, I started to slip my hand under the waistband, also finding the waistband of his boxers. I kept sliding down, and found his penis. He was already pretty hard. I grabbed it tightly and started moving up and down, slowly. It was bigger than I thought it would be, given his stature. He groaned. I kept going, for about two minutes. Then he nodded at me, got up from the bed, and walked out of the room to finish it up. I quickly got off the bed after he left and took off my shirt and sports bra. I put on my sexiest bra and put my shirt back on. I sat back on the bed and then Patrick walked in, his sweatpants somehow lower than before.

“How’d I do?” I asked, with a shy smile on my face. He grinned and put his hands in his pockets.

“I’ve had better.” He shrugged, mimicking what I said earlier.

“Well, I guess if I’m not very good-”

“Oh shut up.” He said. He walked towards me and leaned down and kissed me softly. I stood up and hugged him; there was something really comforting about being in his arms. He kissed me again, I loved the way his lips fit to mine.

“Now, I showed you what’s under my shirt, what’s under yours?” He asked, sliding his hands up my sides and under my bright pink shirt. I lifted my arms up and let him take it off me. I stood there, in my mint green date bra that made my boobs look pretty good. He looked me over and traced the lace on the front of my bra.

"That doesn't look like a sports bra." He teased.Then he slid his hands up and put them on my exposed boobs. He wrapped his arms around me, searching for the hook. I tensed up, and I knew he could sense it.

“You okay?” He asked in a seductively low voice. I nodded. He continued, and unhooked it. I slid my shoulders out of the straps and let it fall to the floor. He looked for a minute, almost too afraid to touch me. Finally, he took both his hands, one for each boob, and massaged me. Not gonna lie, it felt pretty good.

“Why are you so amazing Peyt?” He murmured.

“Because I have you.” I replied, kissing his jawbone. He smiled and kissed me, his mouth cradling mine.

Notes

Sorry for the long wait for the update, I've been really busy. This one is pretty long, so I hope you enjoy it. Remember to please leave feedback, and if you have any ideas PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know, I'm very open to new ideas. Thanks for reading! <3