Personal Goals
Chapter 8
I had it bad. As in, I had it really fucking bad.
I found myself thinking about Vic way too much, and I found myself about to kiss him more and more often. It was getting out of hand. Whenever I was alone, I found myself wishing I could talk to him, wondering if it was appropriate to just casually text him or not. Would he like that? What if it just pissed him off again? I was worried about all of these different things that I just shouldn’t have been worried about.
So, I was left with no choice but to admit to myself that I had a crush on Victor Fuentes. I mean why wouldn’t I? He was nice to me, he spent time with me (I knew it was his job, but I still liked his company), and he was a good fuck.
All of that being said, I came to the conclusion that I really didn’t know much about him at all. I knew he had gone to college, but he never told me what he had a degree in or if he even had a degree. I knew that he was from San Diego, but I didn’t know why he moved, or however he ended up in Michigan. Really, the only things I knew about him were that he was a personal trainer and that he was gay and good at sex. After this realization, I was determined to get to know him better.
I had this little feeling that maybe he liked me, too. Since that day I had stumbled out of the tree and we had that awkward little moment, other things like that had happened. For example, there was one time when he was helping me to my feet after sex and his hands just kind of lingered on mine longer than we should have. I couldn’t help but feel like this was all out of order. These things were typically supposed to happen before you have sex with someone, right? Whatever.
I finally decided to just pick up my phone and text him.
Hey, what’s up?
It was so simple, but I was still so nervous that he was going to get mad or something. Even worse, I was afraid that he just wouldn’t respond. I laid back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what Vic could possibly be up to. Did he have a lot of friends? Did he spend his free time out or at home? I wondered about everything, but mostly about what he could possibly be doing where he wasn’t answering my text message right away.
*Vic’s POV*
I was in my kitchen making dinner for myself when my phone beeped, signaling that I had a text message. I couldn’t help but smile a little when I saw that it was from Kellin, but almost as soon as I went to read the message, a call was coming through from Jenna. I sighed and turned the stove off before answering. I always had half a mind to just ignore her calls, but I knew I couldn’t. Whenever she called it meant she had something to tell me that had to do with Jess.
“Hello?” I said into the phone when I answered.
“Vic, we need to talk scheduling,” she said straight away.
“For what?” I wanted to know.
“I just got a job, and I need you to take Jessica if I have work. My parents don’t want to be babysitting all the time,” she said, sounding bitter about that. I didn’t know why she was bitter about that. Jess wasn’t their daughter. It was actually sort of a relief to me that they’d rather let Jess come over rather than keep her for themselves. They had a bad habit of being controlling over her and it pissed me the fuck off. Regardless of whether or not Jenna and I were in a relationship when she was conceived, Jess still had half my DNA and I was in her life as much as I possibly could be.
“Yeah, that’s great, um, what days do you work?” I asked her.
“I put my availability as Tuesdays and weekends,” she said. I cursed under my breath, but not loud enough for her to hear. If I was suddenly supposed to have Jess every weekend, then I would have a lot of appointments I needed to rearrange. “That’s the best I can work it out. It’s either that or I work every day and we put her in daycare.”
“We’re not putting her in daycare, she’s too young,” I snapped. I mean, I was sure there were some nice places around that cared for infants, but I just didn’t like the idea at all.
“Well then you’re going to have to free up your weekends,” she said, a bit of a nasty edge to her voice. I sighed and told her that was going to be fine.
“When do you start?” I asked her.
“Not this weekend, but next weekend,” she explained. We only exchanged a few more words before I finally hung up the phone. I was slightly stressed about how I was going to re-work my meetings, but that was okay, because I was going to be getting more time to spend with my baby. This was the best news possible. I went back to the stove to take the pot that was there so I could bring it over to the sink and drain the spaghetti noodles I had just boiled. After it was drained, I put some back into a bowl and took it to the couch with me. As I sat down, I remembered that I still had an unread message from Kellin, so I opened it and smiled. He was just saying hi.
As difficult as he was to work with sometimes, he had his moments. I thought it was really cute that he was trying to start a conversation with me, so I shot him back a text.
Hey, just eating dinner. How’s it going?
I hit send and turned back to my bowl, but before I had even picked it up I had another message. Damn.
K: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
I raised both my eyebrows at that one. There wasn’t even some winking face to go with it. Did he miss me? My mind flashed back to that day after we first had sex and he’d kissed me. I wondered if he actually did have some sort of feelings for me, that he kept hidden behind some spoiled brat façade. It made me nervous, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to respond. I mean, sure, I wanted to just go ahead and flirt with him and maybe ask to take him out- but I couldn’t.
Before I could think of what to text back, he was calling me. What the hell?
“Hello?” I said as I answered.
“Hi,” he said, simply.
“Everything okay?” I asked him. I wondered if there was some other reason he was trying to talk to me all of a sudden.
“I just wanted to talk to you, is all,” he said. I bit my lip, my chest feeling a little fluttery at how cute he was being. Why couldn’t he always be cute and sweet? Oh my god, Vic, stop it.
“Oh, um, okay . . . what’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “I’m bored.”
“That’s too bad,” I said, twirling my fork into my bowl of noodles. “I’m eating dinner. You should eat dinner, too.”
“Is that an invitation?” he laughed.
“What? No, I meant you eat your own dinner at your own house,” I said, quickly.
“Trying to get rid of me?”
“No, I’m just making a suggestion, you said you were bored,” I shrugged. “Don’t you want to go hang out with your friends or something? You must be really bored if you’re calling your personal trainer to have a casual conversation.”
“But I like my personal trainer,” he said. “He’s cute and he gives good head.”
I just about choked on the spoonful of noodles I had just put in my mouth.
“You okay?” he chuckled.
“Yeah, you’re just ridiculous,” I said, trying not to let my guard down.
“Oh,” was all he said. There was a little bit of a pause before he spoke again. “Can I ask you something, Vic?”
“Uh, sure,” I said.
“I know this is really out there, but . . . would you ever want to go out with me? Like, on a date or something?”
I found myself thinking about Vic way too much, and I found myself about to kiss him more and more often. It was getting out of hand. Whenever I was alone, I found myself wishing I could talk to him, wondering if it was appropriate to just casually text him or not. Would he like that? What if it just pissed him off again? I was worried about all of these different things that I just shouldn’t have been worried about.
So, I was left with no choice but to admit to myself that I had a crush on Victor Fuentes. I mean why wouldn’t I? He was nice to me, he spent time with me (I knew it was his job, but I still liked his company), and he was a good fuck.
All of that being said, I came to the conclusion that I really didn’t know much about him at all. I knew he had gone to college, but he never told me what he had a degree in or if he even had a degree. I knew that he was from San Diego, but I didn’t know why he moved, or however he ended up in Michigan. Really, the only things I knew about him were that he was a personal trainer and that he was gay and good at sex. After this realization, I was determined to get to know him better.
I had this little feeling that maybe he liked me, too. Since that day I had stumbled out of the tree and we had that awkward little moment, other things like that had happened. For example, there was one time when he was helping me to my feet after sex and his hands just kind of lingered on mine longer than we should have. I couldn’t help but feel like this was all out of order. These things were typically supposed to happen before you have sex with someone, right? Whatever.
I finally decided to just pick up my phone and text him.
Hey, what’s up?
It was so simple, but I was still so nervous that he was going to get mad or something. Even worse, I was afraid that he just wouldn’t respond. I laid back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what Vic could possibly be up to. Did he have a lot of friends? Did he spend his free time out or at home? I wondered about everything, but mostly about what he could possibly be doing where he wasn’t answering my text message right away.
*Vic’s POV*
I was in my kitchen making dinner for myself when my phone beeped, signaling that I had a text message. I couldn’t help but smile a little when I saw that it was from Kellin, but almost as soon as I went to read the message, a call was coming through from Jenna. I sighed and turned the stove off before answering. I always had half a mind to just ignore her calls, but I knew I couldn’t. Whenever she called it meant she had something to tell me that had to do with Jess.
“Hello?” I said into the phone when I answered.
“Vic, we need to talk scheduling,” she said straight away.
“For what?” I wanted to know.
“I just got a job, and I need you to take Jessica if I have work. My parents don’t want to be babysitting all the time,” she said, sounding bitter about that. I didn’t know why she was bitter about that. Jess wasn’t their daughter. It was actually sort of a relief to me that they’d rather let Jess come over rather than keep her for themselves. They had a bad habit of being controlling over her and it pissed me the fuck off. Regardless of whether or not Jenna and I were in a relationship when she was conceived, Jess still had half my DNA and I was in her life as much as I possibly could be.
“Yeah, that’s great, um, what days do you work?” I asked her.
“I put my availability as Tuesdays and weekends,” she said. I cursed under my breath, but not loud enough for her to hear. If I was suddenly supposed to have Jess every weekend, then I would have a lot of appointments I needed to rearrange. “That’s the best I can work it out. It’s either that or I work every day and we put her in daycare.”
“We’re not putting her in daycare, she’s too young,” I snapped. I mean, I was sure there were some nice places around that cared for infants, but I just didn’t like the idea at all.
“Well then you’re going to have to free up your weekends,” she said, a bit of a nasty edge to her voice. I sighed and told her that was going to be fine.
“When do you start?” I asked her.
“Not this weekend, but next weekend,” she explained. We only exchanged a few more words before I finally hung up the phone. I was slightly stressed about how I was going to re-work my meetings, but that was okay, because I was going to be getting more time to spend with my baby. This was the best news possible. I went back to the stove to take the pot that was there so I could bring it over to the sink and drain the spaghetti noodles I had just boiled. After it was drained, I put some back into a bowl and took it to the couch with me. As I sat down, I remembered that I still had an unread message from Kellin, so I opened it and smiled. He was just saying hi.
As difficult as he was to work with sometimes, he had his moments. I thought it was really cute that he was trying to start a conversation with me, so I shot him back a text.
Hey, just eating dinner. How’s it going?
I hit send and turned back to my bowl, but before I had even picked it up I had another message. Damn.
K: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
I raised both my eyebrows at that one. There wasn’t even some winking face to go with it. Did he miss me? My mind flashed back to that day after we first had sex and he’d kissed me. I wondered if he actually did have some sort of feelings for me, that he kept hidden behind some spoiled brat façade. It made me nervous, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to respond. I mean, sure, I wanted to just go ahead and flirt with him and maybe ask to take him out- but I couldn’t.
Before I could think of what to text back, he was calling me. What the hell?
“Hello?” I said as I answered.
“Hi,” he said, simply.
“Everything okay?” I asked him. I wondered if there was some other reason he was trying to talk to me all of a sudden.
“I just wanted to talk to you, is all,” he said. I bit my lip, my chest feeling a little fluttery at how cute he was being. Why couldn’t he always be cute and sweet? Oh my god, Vic, stop it.
“Oh, um, okay . . . what’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “I’m bored.”
“That’s too bad,” I said, twirling my fork into my bowl of noodles. “I’m eating dinner. You should eat dinner, too.”
“Is that an invitation?” he laughed.
“What? No, I meant you eat your own dinner at your own house,” I said, quickly.
“Trying to get rid of me?”
“No, I’m just making a suggestion, you said you were bored,” I shrugged. “Don’t you want to go hang out with your friends or something? You must be really bored if you’re calling your personal trainer to have a casual conversation.”
“But I like my personal trainer,” he said. “He’s cute and he gives good head.”
I just about choked on the spoonful of noodles I had just put in my mouth.
“You okay?” he chuckled.
“Yeah, you’re just ridiculous,” I said, trying not to let my guard down.
“Oh,” was all he said. There was a little bit of a pause before he spoke again. “Can I ask you something, Vic?”
“Uh, sure,” I said.
“I know this is really out there, but . . . would you ever want to go out with me? Like, on a date or something?”