Spellman Ch. 04

Monday, July 22, 2013

I stopped to get a couple bottles of wine on the way back to my apartment as a gift for Melissa and Tori, once again spending money that I should probably be saving, but it would have been rude to show up to dinner and not bring anything. The wine wasn't anything fancy, just a ten-dollar bottle of Chardonnay and a twelve-dollar bottle of Pinot Noir from the grocery store, but hey, it's still alcohol, and it's the thought that counts, right? I didn't know what Melissa was planning to make for dinner, but a white and a red should cover our bases for the meal and we could drink the other afterwards.

It was just after two when I arrived back home, giving me about four hours to kill before I had to leave. Melissa had texted me their address and it would take me about twenty minutes to get there. I put the white wine in the fridge to chill and then puttered around the apartment for a bit trying to figure out what to do for the next four hours. In the end I decided to do a bit of reading on the couch, but I found it hard to focus as my thoughts kept drifting back to Melissa and Tori.

I still couldn't believe that Tori was also a teacher at Spellman. I hadn't seen her since the day we had split up over Thanksgiving break my freshman year of college. She had handled the whole thing with a surprising amount of maturity for a seventeen year-old girl. Long-distance relationships were tough, and it just wasn't going to last much longer for us. Tori wanted to be free to enjoy her senior year of high school, not just sitting around pining after a boyfriend who was five-hundred miles away. I really respected the way she handled everything, waiting until I had come home to talk about it instead of breaking things off over the phone, and especially taking the time to actually break things off instead of just deciding we were done and starting up with some other guy without telling me. I saw plenty of that from other long-distance couples that first year of college. So while I had been sad--I really did love Tori back then, at least as much as an eighteen year-old kid can actually love someone--I understood that our relationship had run its course and it was in both of our interests to end things. So we departed on good terms, disappointed in the reality of our situation but at peace with it, though at least for me there had been the lingering question of "What if?" What if Tori had been a year older and we could have gone to college together? What if I had gone to school closer to home, so the distance wasn't such an issue? I had been offered by San Diego State, I could have played football there. And of course, what if we had just kept trying despite the challenges? Sure, we still probably would have ended up breaking up eventually anyways, and almost certainly on worse terms, but who knows? We had only been long-distance for a few months at that point, maybe once we got over the hump and settled into things we could have found a way forward.

But the fantasy of those "What ifs" was not our reality. So we broke up the day before Thanksgiving 2006 and I never saw her again, until today. I pulled out my phone to do a quick search. Two-thousand, four-hundred and thirty-four days. That's how long it had been between the day we broke up and today. It felt even bigger spelled out like that. I did a couple more searches. We had started dating on September 26th, 2003. It was Homecoming and I had just won my first ever game as starting varsity quarterback for our high school. We met up at the dance after the game. She was only a freshman, but she was already an even better soccer player than I was a football player. I thought she was incredibly cute, so I asked her to dance, and then stayed with her the whole time. At the end of the night I asked her to be my girlfriend, she said yes, and just like that West Springs High School had its new power couple.

It was one-thousand, one-hundred and fifty-three days between September 26th, 2003 and November 22nd, 2006. Those three years together had felt like a lifetime during high school, but now our time apart had been over twice as long as that. I had absolutely no idea what had gone on in her life during that time. Obviously she had gone to college and become a teacher, but besides that? Did she continue playing soccer in college? I assumed so--she had been one of the top prospects in the country and already had offers from all over the place by the time she had started her senior year. Where did she end up going? I'm sure she'd had boyfriends in the last seven years. Had they treated her well or had they broken her heart? Her comment to me this morning implied that she thought us breaking up had been a mistake, so there were probably some bad relationships that came after. I had so many questions. Maybe everyone was right and I did need to get a Facebook or something so that I could at least keep up on the high-level overview of what was going on in my friends' lives, even if we weren't super close anymore.

Then there was Melissa. She was cute, fun, flirty, and obviously had at least some interest in me. She had gone out of her way to help me today, and was cooking me dinner tonight! Her being Tori's roommate complicated things, though. I had enjoyed our flirtations this morning, but if things were going to go any further it could cause problems between the three of us. Maybe she was just a bit over enthusiastic today, but Tori seemed to have at least some interest in trying to rekindle the sparks of our old relationship. I had certainly felt the heat of those embers earlier, long-dormant but never completely extinguished. A part of me really wanted to see if there was still anything there, to find out how our years apart had changed the young woman I had once been in love with. But I didn't want to ignore Melissa and give all of my attention to Tori. Who knew that trying to balance things between multiple women could be so stressful?

I grabbed my phone to send a text. Hey man, give me a call before five if you can. Two minutes later my phone started buzzing. I answered the call, "Hey man, thanks for calling."

"Of course, bro. What's up? How's the whale's vagina?" Classic Kevin. Almost ten years after Anchorman came out and he was still making that joke. Kevin was one of my best friends from Stanford. We met on the football team, I was the backup quarterback and he was the punter. After our freshman year we decided to get an apartment together and had been roommates until I moved out to live with Amanda once we graduated.

"It's pretty good, I'm settling in. I could use some advice though."

Kevin laughed. "Sure man, what's her name?"

"How'd you know it's about a girl?"

"Ryan, buddy, come on. There's only one thing in the whole world that you could possibly ever come to me for advice about." Kevin had been the quite the lady's man during our time at school. I had been Mr. Monogamy the whole time we lived together, having started dating Amanda towards the end of our freshman year. Kevin, on the other hand, seemingly had a new girl he was bringing home every weekend. He may have just been a scrawny punter but he pulled chicks like he was a starting quarterback on his way to being taken in the first-round of the NFL draft. Sara, his current girlfriend, had managed to keep his attention for over six months now, beating out the previous record by roughly...six months.

"Very true. Alright, so yeah, it's about a girl. Well, a couple girls. A few, maybe."

"I knew it! Finally, the true power of a fully armed and operational Ryan Dillon has been unleashed upon the female population!" He cackled like a mad scientist.

"Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"My brother, you really don't understand how much Amanda stifled you, do you? Think about it. You are smarter than I am. You are better looking that I am, no homo. Plus, we shared a locker room for four years, I know you're more hung than I am, double no homo. The only thing I have going for me over you in terms of the ladies is my incredible sense of humor. Yet I was fucking a new girl every week while you played house with Amanda for six years."

"If any of that were true, why didn't I even have the opportunities? Sure, I wouldn't have cheated on Amanda, but if I'm such a natural chick magnet then why didn't I attract any others in the first place?"

"Sara said that you have, well, had, the most incredibly powerful 'I'm in a committed, monogamous relationship' aura she'd ever seen. If a girl somehow ignored that and tried to flirt with you anyways, your brain was always so locked in on Amanda that you didn't even notice it as flirting. Even if she wasn't around, somehow you gave off major 'I'm not looking for a hookup' vibes. Women are extra perceptive of that kind of thing. I'll be honest my dude, at least half of the girls I picked up at parties I got because they were interested in you but bounced off your Anti-Flirt Forcefield so hard that it scrambled their brains enough for them to be fine settling for me. In fact, thank you for that. That's how I got Sara."

I was stunned. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nah, man. She told me after we had been dating for a couple months. She locked in on you at the New Year's Eve party and was trying to flirt with you, but you were all 'my girlfriend this' and 'my girlfriend that' and didn't even notice she was hitting on you. You just took it as a nice girl striking up a conversation, talked to her for a bit, and introduced her to your roommate. I'm sure you didn't even realize you had passed her off to me. So yeah, thanks again. I'm gonna ask her to marry me on her birthday in a few weeks."

"Holy shit, no way! Congrats man, that's awesome. How long have you been planning this?"

"Couple months now. I know she's the one, no doubt in my mind."

"A couple months? Why am I just now hearing about it?"

"Dude, you had just broken off your engagement with Amanda, and no offense, you know I love you buddy, but you were a real downer. I didn't want to pile on top of everything with 'Hey, I know you just broke up with your fiancée who you've been with for six years, but I've met my soulmate and I'm gonna ask her to marry me even though we've only been together a few months.' But since you're calling me to ask advice about women, I figure you've recovered enough to handle it."

"Well, I wish you would have told me earlier, but I appreciate your reasoning. I'm really happy for you man, and for Sara. She's great. I agree, she's definitely your soulmate. She's perfect for you."

I could hear Kevin's grin through the phone. "She really is. By the way, now that you know, consider this your notice that I expect you to be at the wedding as my best man."

"Wow," I said, suddenly overcome with emotion. "Of course, Kevin. I'd be honored."

"You're fucking right you'd be honored. Alright, now that's settled. Tell me about your lady problems. Have you been using protection?"

"Yes, I've been using protection. Thanks for that box of condoms, really came in clutch the other night."

"That's my boy! So you've been down there what, four days, and you already got laid? What's the problem?"

"Twice actually. Well, four times, technically, but two different girls. But those two aren't even the problem right now." I gave him the quick rundown of what I'd been up to since Friday morning, up to my worries over messing with the roommate dynamic between Tori and Melissa.

"Damn, dude, you really have been busy. I wish you had been like this when we were in school, we would have absolutely crushed things. Actually, never mind, I'm pretty happy with the way things worked between us, but still, it could have been fun!" He chuckled. "Anyways. First off, I don't get why you're all hung up on that Riley chick. You met a girl, you fucked her brains out, and now you never have to see her again. Sounds like an ideal slump-buster scenario, and Ryan my man, you were in one hell of a slump. Now you can move on. If you just need to get off, it sounds like that Tessa chick is a great booty-call. So far, so good."

"I guess."

"Now this whole ex-girlfriend and her roommate situation is a bit more complicated, and it's double complicated because you're gonna be working with both of them too, but this is something where I think your natural 'good boy' instincts will serve you well. I know you, and unless you've been replaced by some sort of horny alien in the last four days, which I will admit I haven't completely ruled out, you're not the kind of guy who is going to push things with these girls just so you can get your dick wet. Let them set the pace. They're women, I guarantee you that they've already talked about this and have set their expectations with each other. Now, that doesn't mean that one, or even both, won't get caught up in her feelings even after they thought they were okay with whatever situation happens, but if that happens, at least you're not the bad guy. Just be yourself, go with the flow, and things should be fine."

"That makes sense, thanks."

"Besides," he said, "for all you know they're already planning on a threesome tonight and you're worrying about all this for nothing!"

I was immediately hard at the thought of that scenario playing out. "I'll make sure to bring some extra condoms just in case."

"That's my boy! Alright, I gotta get going, but it was great talking to you bud. I know it's only been a few days, but it just doesn't feel the same without you up here. We got crushed in trivia the other night."

"I know what you mean. I miss you guys. Even Brad." Kevin laughed. "I was gonna say tell Sara I'm happy for you two, but that should probably wait until you actually propose."

"Probably a good idea. Later man. Text me after your threesome. Feel free to send pictures."

Kevin hung up before I could respond. I felt a lot better after talking to him. Like he said, it had only been a few days, but I really was feeling a bit empty without my friends around. Hopefully I was on the way towards making some new ones. Paul seemed like he could end up being a good friend, even if he was a bit older and in a different stage of life than me with his wife and kids. Tori and Melissa had the potential complications of romantic entanglements, but if I could navigate that then I'd have two more friends who also happened to be coworkers.

Feeling a lot more relaxed than I had before the call, I killed a few hours on my PS3. I considered taking another shower but decided against it, though I did change my shirt from the navy polo I had been wearing to a nicer red gingham button-down. I rolled up the sleeves and checked my hair in the mirror. Still need a haircut. Satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed the wine and left for Tori and Melissa's apartment. They lived in a nice complex, certainly nicer than mine, just five minutes away from the school. I passed a cute Korean girl coming down the stairs as I went up. We smiled at each other, but that was it.

I knocked on the door to their apartment and heard Melissa yell from inside, "Be right there!" A minute or so later she opened the door, wearing a pink apron with the words "Queen of the Kitchen" and a picture of a crown printed on the front. She smiled, her perfect white teeth shining. "Ryan! Hi! Come in!"

"Thanks so much for having me. Here, these are for you. I didn't know what you're making, so I got one of each," I said, handing her the bottles of wine.

"That's so nice of you, you didn't have to do that! Thank you!" She hopped up onto her toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Make yourself at home. I think T is still in the shower. Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes."

"It smells wonderful. Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh don't worry, I've got it. If you want you can open up that Chardonnay and pour us some glasses, though. I'm making chicken marsala, I hope that's alright."

"It's more than alright. My mouth is already watering. Where's the wine opener and glasses? I'll get this open." She directed me to the far cabinet and turned her attention back to finishing the meal while I poured three glasses of wine. "What did you do with the rest of your afternoon?"

"Not much. Went to the store to get the stuff for dinner, then T and I went to the gym. What about you?"

"Mostly just killed time around my apartment, but I did talk to my best friend on the phone for a bit, giving him the update on how things have been since moving back down here. I told him that a beautiful woman was cooking me dinner tonight, so of course he had to one up me by telling me that he's going to propose to his girlfriend soon."

"Aw, how sweet. It's nice that you can talk with him like that, I know a lot of guys who barely communicate with their friends if they aren't in the same room together. Actually, they barely communicate even if they are in the same room together."

"We're pretty close. He was on the football team with me, and we lived together for three years. I had a really good group of friends up there. Leaving that behind was definitely the hardest part of moving back down here."

"I bet. Hopefully T and I can help make sure you aren't too lonely here."

"You're doing a great job of it already."

"I know a few ways we can make sure he isn't lonely." I turned to find Tori standing in the hall wearing nothing but a towel, her hair still damp from the shower.

"T! Go put some clothes on! I told you not to play dirty!" Melissa said it with a laugh, but I thought I detected a hint of actual annoyance in her voice. Great, this is already causing problems.

"Dirty? But I'm oh-so-very clean," Tori said, running her hands up and down her towel-clad body. Then she looked at Melissa's face. "Fine, sorry, I'll be right back." She blew us both a kiss and went back to her room. Melissa shook her head and mumbled something to herself before turning back to the stove.

"Can I set the table for you?" I asked.

"That would be great, thanks. The plates are in the cabinet right here, and the silverware is in that drawer next to the dishwasher."

I set the table and brought the wine over as well. Tori emerged from her room a couple minutes later, fully-clothed this time in a pair of jeans and a Chargers t-shirt. She came over to give me a hug and a kiss (on the cheek) before sitting down at the table. Just as I was sitting down Melissa set a plate in front of me. She had made chicken marsala with a side of risotto and roasted asparagus. "Wow, Melissa. If this tastes even half as good as it looks it'll be the best meal I've had in months."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Dillon." She went back to the kitchen to grab plates for herself and for Tori.

When we were all seated, I raised my wine glass. "A toast, to new friendships. May this be the first of many meals we share together."

"Cheers to that!" We all clinked our glasses together and took a drink.

The meal actually tasted even better than it looked, so it definitely was the best meal I'd had in months. "Melissa, this is fantastic. Thank you so much for having me over. I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure. I love having an excuse to make something nice, and to get to know you more."

We kept the conversation light while we ate, but soon both Melissa and Tori were giving me the lowdown on the other teachers at Spellman.

"Becca, that's Mrs. Allen, my partner teacher, is great. Her and her husband are in their thirties, but no kids, so they still like to go out and have a good time. He does some sort of sales thing, I'm not sure exactly what, so he travels a lot, but when he's in town he'll join us when we go out and he usually ends up paying for all of our drinks, so that's fun."

"And Emma," Tori said, "is my partner teacher. Miss Brooks. She's also part of our usual group when we go out. You'll like her, she's a lot of fun. She's from Texas and is probably more into football than you are. Then a couple of the kindergarten teachers will join us sometimes, Nicole Meyers and Maria Ramos."