Page 35 of Pitcher

I’m the foundation of his thoughts.

Me.

Just me.

I just have to figure out a way to get him to admit it and make a move. We’ve messed around with this “friends” shit long enough.

Seeing his phone on his dresser, I decide to be extra petty and take it, swiping up and punching in his passcode. STRIKE. So unoriginal, but I doubt he gives a fuck who hacks into his phone. Theo doesn’t have a filter. He’s relatively an open book.

Except with me.

With me, he likes to keep shit to himself and hum noncommittal answers when I ask him a personal question he doesn’t want to answer.

But that’s okay though.

I’m good at figuring Von Bremen out.

I close out a few game apps he has running until I get to what I need.

His contact list.

Last time I thinned out the S’s and R’s. I think tonight I’ll take on the T’s and hope Barbie’s last name is Thomas.

Tucking it into my right hand, so the happy couple on the couch won’t see, I hustle back down the hall, the perfume wafting out from behind me.

Fuck.

I didn’t put it back in the bathroom.

Oh well. It’s too late now. Maybe he won’t notice. I leave shit in his room all the time.

“Carry on,” I say with an Oscar-worthy fakeness.

I hear Theo chuckle.

“We’ll take it to my bedroom,” he says with a grin.

I shrug. “Whatever.”

Good luck not tasting the amount of perfume I sprayed in there.

I smile sugary sweet. “Goodnight, Teddy.”

I don’t spare the Barbie on his crotch even a look.

Once I’m back in my room, I make it a point to clean out not only the T’s but the M’s as well. Even though I can’t hear her giggle anymore, I still know she’s here. I haven’t heard the front door open.

He probably has her mouth busy.

Ugh.

Maybe I’ll thin out the P’s too.

“I’ll call you,” I hear from the living room. My door is cracked as usual, and I can see her squeezing him longer than necessary.

Go, girl. Don’t look desperate.

“You have my number, right?” Her sexy voice makes me cringe.

---