Waiting on Forever by Ashley Wilcox

the door to what looks like the garage.
    “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he winks as he turns on the light.
    At the bottom of the stairs, to the left, is another refrigerator with a lock on it. Pulling his key ring out of his back pocket, he unlocks the door and shows me a whole other stock of beer and food.
    “Your own private stash of non-shitty beer,” he says, holding out his arm and presenting it to me.
    “Are you kidding me?” I ask with complete shock, especially since it was so late when he got home last night. “Thank you,” I add, wrapping my arms around his waist.
    Although I never imagined I’d be so excited about getting my own stash of beer, the thought behind it is so incredibly sweet that it leaves a flock of over active butterflies in my stomach.
    “There’s no way I am going to serve my girlfriend the same cheap shit I serve my friends,” he says matter-of-factly.
    He said it! He referred to me as his girlfriend.
    “So, uh...girlfriend, huh?” I ask with a mischievous grin.
    “Oh, yeah, didn’t I tell you? We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now,” he casually responds like it’s no big deal.
    “Yeah, no. You seemed to leave that detail out,” I respond, shaking my head with a smirk.
    Taking a step towards me, he grips my hips with his hands and leans down so his face is only inches from mine. “Is there a problem?” he asks in a low seductive voice.
    Um, no. Definitely not!
    Gulping back the saliva pooling in my mouth, I respond, “Nope. Not at all.”
    Just as he’s about to lean in further and kiss me, the inside door swings open and bleached out Brynn is standing there.
    “Matt! What’re ya doing out here, silly?” she starts, staring me up and down. “The parties inside.”
    “Garage is off limits, Brynn,” Matt responds, clearly annoyed.
    “Really? Because it wasn’t just a couple of weeks ago,” she winks with slutty smile.
    “Seriously, do everyone a favor and get the fuck out of here,” Matt says, moving from annoyed to pissed.
    My stomach immediately clenches, thinking about Matt and Brynn hooking up in this very garage, and suddenly the over active excited butterflies have now been replaced with an overwhelming rush of nausea that’s quickly moving up my throat.
    Needing a bathroom and needing one fast, I push past Brynn and run up the stairs. I can hear her evil cackle as I pass and although I’d love to smack it off her face, I’m afraid I’d barf everywhere first. So, keeping that in my head for a later date, I push through the crowd in the living room, bolt up the stairs, and barely make it in the bathroom before hurling up the picture of Matt and Brynn screwing.
    Only seconds after entering I hear a knock on the door and Matt’s head peeks inside.
    “Can I come in?” he asks in an apprehensive voice.
    Wiping my mouth with the back of my head, I softly respond, “Yeah.”
    Grabbing the hand towel off the counter and running it under cool water, he sits down next to me and pats the damp towel around my mouth and face.
    “I’m sorry,” he whispers in a strained voice after sitting in silence for a few seconds. “I don’t know where she got off thinking that was okay.”
    Because she’s a bitch.
    “It’s fine, really. I guess I should’ve expected it,” I answer truthfully. Thinking that he, football star Matthew Jacobs, is a prude and hasn’t hooked up with any one of the million girls that are eager to get in his pants is just as messed up as me thinking we could ever work as a couple.
    “I never had sex with her, Leah. If that is what you’re thinking?”
    Looking up at him confused, because that’s exactly what I was thinking, he continues. “Yeah, we made out one night when I was shit-faced and had no clue what was going on, but that was it. And trust me, I’d take it back in a heartbeat if I could. The girl drives me fucking crazy,” he says in an annoyed voice, “And, that was before I thought I actually stood I chance with