Damned if I do ya
ch. 2
Chloe’s POV
The weekend past by in a blur. Actually, no, I remembered it all clearly; it just ended too quickly for me. I wanted to savor every second I was—
Suddenly my phone went off and it wasn’t my personal phone. I looked at that one and realized it was already 12:30! Crap! I had to be at that Gas lady’s house in 30 minutes. I ran to my phone and realized it was her who was calling. I hurriedly answered it.
“Hello Chloe’s cleaning service, Chloe speaking,” I said a little breathless.
Her sweet voice rang out, “Oh hi Chloe. I was hoping to get your voicemail. Anyway, something has come up and I won’t be home for you to check out my house.”
I felt my face fall. I hated losing future customers. “Oh it’s not a problem. Thank you for considering me th—“ before I could finish she cut me off.
“Oh no no no honey I won’t be home but my son will. He’s twenty-four so I trust him in his judgment of character. He’ll give me the run down on what you’re all about but I just wanted to make sure that was okay with you?”
I was a bit taken aback. I hadn’t expected her to have a son so close to my age but I suppose it was no big deal. I just silently prayed that he wouldn’t try to hit on me. I never really liked getting into relationships not since…
I stopped myself. No I was not going to go there. “Oh no it’s not a problem! I’ll be there shortly Ms…Gasket…?” silently I cursed myself for not writing down her name.
She didn’t seem to mind and let out a small giggle, “Gaskarth dear. It’s alright though. I will let my son know. Thank you and again sorry for the inconvience.”
I waved her off even though she couldn’t see me, “It’s not trouble at all. Have a nice day Ms. Gaskarth.” I threw on a quick casual outfit, smacked on some lip gloss on my rosy pink lips and cover my eyelashes in mascara so I didn’t look completely dead. I let my black and white hair cascade naturally over my shoulders and I sped off to the direction of the lady’s house.
I arrived to the large house five minutes before one. I sprinted towards the front door, immediately glad I went to the gym like a maniac in order to stay in shape. When I got to the front step, I knocked politely three times. After five minutes of knocking occasionally I was starting to think no one was home after all. As I turned on my heel I heard the door click open. My breath hitched as I saw the man standing in front of me. His rugged appearance made my stomach flip. Then I noticed his hair. It was partly pink and his fringe hung ever so slightly above his eyes. I knew immediately he was one of those “hardcore” kids and I shut off the part of me that thought he was attractive. I would never be caught dead with a guy like him. We wouldn’t match at all.
“Hey are you Chloe?” his luring voice spoke. I almost lunged myself at him but I held back. I was going to be working for his mom for God’s sake. I couldn’t just jump his bones.
“Yes are you Ms. Gaskarth’s son?”
“Yup,” he popped the ‘p’ obnoxiously. “Come on in Chloe. Sorry about the kitchen. I was attempting to make myself food. This is exactly why I don’t cook,” he laughed. I looked at where he was gesturing. My eyes widened. Across the counter was various sandwich making products. Cold meats were sprawled randomly on the floor along with mustard and mayonnaise blobs. The cheese was crudely cut. Bread was half bitten lying in the sink and the fridge door was open. My mouth flew open and the urge to clean was too hard to resist.
I skipped there and started putting things away. I grabbed a dish rag from the oven and moistened it a bit before kneeling down to clean the debris on the floor and the counter. I looked over at the guy to see a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Starting so soon?” he said sarcastically.
I glared at him. Typical scene kid, even though he was a grown man. I scoffed, “Yeah no where’s the broom kiddo?” I grinned when his smirk faltered.
“Hey! I’m not a kid! I’m twenty-four for your information,” he half yelled.
I laughed, “Judging by the way you eat doesn’t seem that way.” I knew I was being a bitch but he surprised me by laughing.
“Fiesty. I like you already. C’mon let me show you the rest of the house.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up but I was already starting to get up so when he pulled me up he pulled me in too close, causing our faces to be mere inches within each other.
“Hey,” he breathed roughly. My whole body froze. I didn’t dare move. My rational mind told me to pull way, to push him back but…the other part of me wanted to pull him and crash his perfectly pouted lips on mine. To mold them together and see if they fit. He stared directly at my lips then looked lazily into my eyes. Before he could move any loser I jumped back. I couldn’t get close to him like that. He would never understand the things I do.
“Um er sorry. Let’s go,” I said awkwardly. I was never awkward but this guy made me feel so incredibly uncomfortable…in a good way.
He blinked fast three time, “Uh sure come this way.” After an hour he had shown me the entire house, occasionally making a snide remark about the things he did with various girls in this house. I rolled my eyes each time. I was so not impressed. I had met men with wilder stories. We arrived in front of a bedroom door across from his mother’s.
“And this is my room. Don’t worry about this one ever. I have this thing where I like to keep my room a special kind of organized messy,” he chuckled. I knew what he meant. He kept private things in there, probably outrageous sex toys and awful pornographic movies. I rolled my eyes but nodded politely.
“So how much would it be to clean the entire house, aside from my room, every week? That’s what my mom told me to tell you.”
“Well uhh um,” I fumbled over my words when I realized I didn’t even know the dude’s name.
“Alex,” he said smoothly, clearly amused with my being flustered.
I replied coolly,” I would say about $130 not including windows. If she wants me to do those let her know it’ll be another $40 dollars apart from the house. I can alternate in doing them if she’d like.”
“Alright sounds reasonable. I’ll write that down before I forget,” he pulled out his phone and typed something quickly. Before he put it away his phone rang in his hands.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).
Something inside of me sparked when I heard the familiar voice come from his phone. Jimmy Eat World. I hadn’t listened to them since high school. I resisted the urge to sing along with the ringtone before Alex answered.
“Hey mom…yeah she still here…no mom gosh…okay maybe a little!...sorry mother dearest…okay…yeah…fine…I’ll tell you when you get here…yeah…yes…okay…okay..mhm…sure…yeah..ugh yes mom! Bye love you,” he hung up while rolling his eyes. “Mothers,” he mumbled.
I giggled and his eyes shot up to me. They had something written across them that I couldn’t quote read. “Well Alex, have your mom call me so we can set up the days she wants me to come.” I made my way to the door and waved awkwardly goodbye. He blew me a kiss and I scoffed. He was such a cocky asshole. I got in my car and started back out of the driveway. Before I pulled out completely I looked back to the house and noticed Alex standing at the window, his eyes studying me. An unreadable emotion was on his face. Once I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about his face in the window. It seemed like he was trying to figure me out. His gaze was intense, determined.
Too bad he’d never figure me out. I was way too complicated.
The weekend past by in a blur. Actually, no, I remembered it all clearly; it just ended too quickly for me. I wanted to savor every second I was—
Suddenly my phone went off and it wasn’t my personal phone. I looked at that one and realized it was already 12:30! Crap! I had to be at that Gas lady’s house in 30 minutes. I ran to my phone and realized it was her who was calling. I hurriedly answered it.
“Hello Chloe’s cleaning service, Chloe speaking,” I said a little breathless.
Her sweet voice rang out, “Oh hi Chloe. I was hoping to get your voicemail. Anyway, something has come up and I won’t be home for you to check out my house.”
I felt my face fall. I hated losing future customers. “Oh it’s not a problem. Thank you for considering me th—“ before I could finish she cut me off.
“Oh no no no honey I won’t be home but my son will. He’s twenty-four so I trust him in his judgment of character. He’ll give me the run down on what you’re all about but I just wanted to make sure that was okay with you?”
I was a bit taken aback. I hadn’t expected her to have a son so close to my age but I suppose it was no big deal. I just silently prayed that he wouldn’t try to hit on me. I never really liked getting into relationships not since…
I stopped myself. No I was not going to go there. “Oh no it’s not a problem! I’ll be there shortly Ms…Gasket…?” silently I cursed myself for not writing down her name.
She didn’t seem to mind and let out a small giggle, “Gaskarth dear. It’s alright though. I will let my son know. Thank you and again sorry for the inconvience.”
I waved her off even though she couldn’t see me, “It’s not trouble at all. Have a nice day Ms. Gaskarth.” I threw on a quick casual outfit, smacked on some lip gloss on my rosy pink lips and cover my eyelashes in mascara so I didn’t look completely dead. I let my black and white hair cascade naturally over my shoulders and I sped off to the direction of the lady’s house.
I arrived to the large house five minutes before one. I sprinted towards the front door, immediately glad I went to the gym like a maniac in order to stay in shape. When I got to the front step, I knocked politely three times. After five minutes of knocking occasionally I was starting to think no one was home after all. As I turned on my heel I heard the door click open. My breath hitched as I saw the man standing in front of me. His rugged appearance made my stomach flip. Then I noticed his hair. It was partly pink and his fringe hung ever so slightly above his eyes. I knew immediately he was one of those “hardcore” kids and I shut off the part of me that thought he was attractive. I would never be caught dead with a guy like him. We wouldn’t match at all.
“Hey are you Chloe?” his luring voice spoke. I almost lunged myself at him but I held back. I was going to be working for his mom for God’s sake. I couldn’t just jump his bones.
“Yes are you Ms. Gaskarth’s son?”
“Yup,” he popped the ‘p’ obnoxiously. “Come on in Chloe. Sorry about the kitchen. I was attempting to make myself food. This is exactly why I don’t cook,” he laughed. I looked at where he was gesturing. My eyes widened. Across the counter was various sandwich making products. Cold meats were sprawled randomly on the floor along with mustard and mayonnaise blobs. The cheese was crudely cut. Bread was half bitten lying in the sink and the fridge door was open. My mouth flew open and the urge to clean was too hard to resist.
I skipped there and started putting things away. I grabbed a dish rag from the oven and moistened it a bit before kneeling down to clean the debris on the floor and the counter. I looked over at the guy to see a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Starting so soon?” he said sarcastically.
I glared at him. Typical scene kid, even though he was a grown man. I scoffed, “Yeah no where’s the broom kiddo?” I grinned when his smirk faltered.
“Hey! I’m not a kid! I’m twenty-four for your information,” he half yelled.
I laughed, “Judging by the way you eat doesn’t seem that way.” I knew I was being a bitch but he surprised me by laughing.
“Fiesty. I like you already. C’mon let me show you the rest of the house.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up but I was already starting to get up so when he pulled me up he pulled me in too close, causing our faces to be mere inches within each other.
“Hey,” he breathed roughly. My whole body froze. I didn’t dare move. My rational mind told me to pull way, to push him back but…the other part of me wanted to pull him and crash his perfectly pouted lips on mine. To mold them together and see if they fit. He stared directly at my lips then looked lazily into my eyes. Before he could move any loser I jumped back. I couldn’t get close to him like that. He would never understand the things I do.
“Um er sorry. Let’s go,” I said awkwardly. I was never awkward but this guy made me feel so incredibly uncomfortable…in a good way.
He blinked fast three time, “Uh sure come this way.” After an hour he had shown me the entire house, occasionally making a snide remark about the things he did with various girls in this house. I rolled my eyes each time. I was so not impressed. I had met men with wilder stories. We arrived in front of a bedroom door across from his mother’s.
“And this is my room. Don’t worry about this one ever. I have this thing where I like to keep my room a special kind of organized messy,” he chuckled. I knew what he meant. He kept private things in there, probably outrageous sex toys and awful pornographic movies. I rolled my eyes but nodded politely.
“So how much would it be to clean the entire house, aside from my room, every week? That’s what my mom told me to tell you.”
“Well uhh um,” I fumbled over my words when I realized I didn’t even know the dude’s name.
“Alex,” he said smoothly, clearly amused with my being flustered.
I replied coolly,” I would say about $130 not including windows. If she wants me to do those let her know it’ll be another $40 dollars apart from the house. I can alternate in doing them if she’d like.”
“Alright sounds reasonable. I’ll write that down before I forget,” he pulled out his phone and typed something quickly. Before he put it away his phone rang in his hands.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).
Something inside of me sparked when I heard the familiar voice come from his phone. Jimmy Eat World. I hadn’t listened to them since high school. I resisted the urge to sing along with the ringtone before Alex answered.
“Hey mom…yeah she still here…no mom gosh…okay maybe a little!...sorry mother dearest…okay…yeah…fine…I’ll tell you when you get here…yeah…yes…okay…okay..mhm…sure…yeah..ugh yes mom! Bye love you,” he hung up while rolling his eyes. “Mothers,” he mumbled.
I giggled and his eyes shot up to me. They had something written across them that I couldn’t quote read. “Well Alex, have your mom call me so we can set up the days she wants me to come.” I made my way to the door and waved awkwardly goodbye. He blew me a kiss and I scoffed. He was such a cocky asshole. I got in my car and started back out of the driveway. Before I pulled out completely I looked back to the house and noticed Alex standing at the window, his eyes studying me. An unreadable emotion was on his face. Once I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about his face in the window. It seemed like he was trying to figure me out. His gaze was intense, determined.
Too bad he’d never figure me out. I was way too complicated.
Notes
Sorry guys I was gonna post this earlier but I had trouble with the site /.\Anyway sorry for the delay. I'm struggling with my depression but I'm gonna stay strong for ya'll :)
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10/23/13