Taylor groggily rolled over in bed as he hit the unfamiliar body next to him. A wave a nausea washed over him as he glaced at the time on his watch. Shit, he thought. "Lucie," he whispered, poking her in the side. When he got no answer, he continued, "Lucie, wake up."
She rolled over and stuffed her face into the pillow. "What do you want? It's early, leave me alone," she complained.
"Lucie, I have to go."
"So, what are you waking me up for?" She rolled over to face him. "Did you wake me up just to tell me that?"
"No, I need you to get my clothes over there." he pointed towards the closet.
"God, Tay, what time is it?" she asked.
"6:30. I have work."
She threw a pillow at him as she rolled out of bed and picked his clothes up off the floor. "Here." she threw them at him and crawled back into bed.
Taylor got dresssed as quickly as he could and soon was ready to go. "Bye Lucie."
She pulled him towards her and kissed him fiercly. "What time do you get home?"
"Sixish."
"Well, call me when you get back."
"I will." She kissed him again as he headed out the door.
"Don't forget." she called, almost slamming the door on him as he left. "Fucking loser," she mumbled under her breath as she walked back to bed.
Taylor quietly opened the door to the apartment, hoping he wouldn't wake anyone up. "Taylor, you have to be at work in 20 minutes," Casey's voice loudly greeted him, "I hope you showered already."
"Casey, please don't start with me now." he told her.
"Oh, well, hello, you leave the club without telling me or your brother and go with some little slut to wherever and come home 20 minutes before you have to be at work. How the hell do you expect me to act?! Do you want me to just be like, 'oh, fine, you made me worry about you all night but now that you're back, it's all OK?' I don't think so." she yelled.
"Casey, you're going to wake up my brother."
"Too late, but don't try to change the subject. I woke him up about an hour and a half ago and we went for a jog already and now he's in the shower."
"Oh..." Tay trailed off.
"Well, anyway, I suggest that you hurry up and get dressed for work. You've been working there for like, a week, and it won't be good if you're late already."
"Ike, I just have to run to 7-11. I'll be right back." she called through the bathroom door as soon as Taylor left for work.
"Ok," came his muffled reply.
Casey walked down to the store and got a half gallon of milk out of the case. She walked over to pick a copy of the Times off the newsrack when a familiar voice greeted her. "Did Taylor get home alright this morning?" it asked, dripping with sweetness. Casey disgustedly looked at her then went back to what she was doing. "No, I'm serious," she continued, her voice hardening. "He fucking woke me up so he could tell me he was leaving."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Casey replied sarcastically.
"Well, anyway, I just thought you should know that he might be a little worn out when he gets home from work. I kept him up all night-it's some of the best sex I've ever had." Casey glared at her as she paid for her stuff and walked out the door. "Don't be rude!" Lucie called to her, "I just thought you'd want to know." she shrugged as she grinned smugly.
Casey threw the bag onto the counter as soon as she got in the apartment. "Casey, what's wrong?" Isaac asked her as he emerged from the bathroom, his hair dripping wet.
"Nothing, everything's fine." she pushed him away.
"You sure?"
"I don't want to talk about it. All I have to say is that it's too fucking early to see Lucie." She opened her purse and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "That girl will do anything to piss me off." she continued, taking a long drag. "I swear, she tries to pick fights with me." Casey disgustedly look at the cigarette as she threw it into the sink. "What the fuck am I doing? I swear, that girl is driving me insane."
"Casey, calm down." Isaac told her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Look, you can be way above her level by just keeping cool and forgetting about whatever she said."
"Usually, that would be good advice, but not after she tells me she had like, wild sex with him all night." Ike's jaw dropped. "Yeah, that's what I thought you'd do."
"Casey, chill." he told her again. "Just forget about Lucie for now. She's my brother's problem, not yours."
"But-" Casey began as Ike cut her off.
"Just forget about it," he smiled at her before continuing, "Didn't you say you were going to take me to midtown today?"
"Oh yeah," Casey told him, "I'm so fucking retarded, I forgot. We'll leave in a half hour, a lot of stuff is still closed now."
"Hey, excuse me?" Josh looked up from the desk in the lobby and looked at the blonde girl standing in front of him.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Um, yeah, do you know where Taylor Hanson is?" she looked straight at him as she leaned over and put her hands on the desk.
"Well, he's not here right now...he took a break." Josh stammered.
"When do you think he'll be back?" she asked.
"In about 10 minutes."
"Good, I'll wait," she casually replied. "Where's his office?"
"I'll show you," he told her, getting up. "It's this way."
"Great," she grabbed his arm as he showed her to the office and opened up the door. "I'll wait here," she told him, "Thanks."
Josh shut the door as he walked back to his desk. Damn, that girl is gorgeous, he thought as he sat down and continued working. Soon, Taylor entered the building. "Oh Taylor!" Josh yelled to him.
"Hey, why didn't you break yet?" he asked.
"I've been busy redoing the client's information on this new program I got. But anyway, some chick came in to see you."
"Oh," Tay looked surprised.
"Man, you're so lucky, she's fucking gorgeous," Josh started, "She's waiting for you in your office. You should go."
"Oh, ok..." Tay answered, turning away from Josh. He went down the hallway and opened the door to the office.
"Good, you're back," Lucie told him, sitting on the edge of his desk.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her, slightly annoyed.
"I just came to tell you I'm leaving for a week, but since you don't seem to care, I'll just leave."
"Lucie," he pleaded.
"Too late," she told him, smugly. "Call me," she quickly got up and left, slamming the door behind her.
Taylor sighed, putting his head in his hands. "I don't believe her," he sighed.