Upon reaching home, Bridger went to his room, still thinking of those beauties he saw. His heart racing every time he pictured that woman's smile.
" Control Bridger, control., there's a lot of other beauties to feast your eyes upon, can't get obsessed with just two" he calmed his racing heart, and looked out of his window.
His room on the third floor gave a good view of the city, The window was open, letting the cold freeze blow on Bridger's face, making him enter a trans, staring at the scenery, his mind finally calling down.
"Bridger, dinner is ready" his mother yelled.
Getting up from his bed, he swiftly left his room.
" What did you make today mom?" Bridger asked, even though the food was served on the table.
"Try yourself and see" his father, chimed in, his plate already half finished.
He ate a spoonful of it and exclaimed
" Mmm,.its actually good!"
" What do you mean' Actually good' , you think your mother doesn't know how to cook?" His mother snapped at him.
" That's not what I meant mom." He quickly dropped the conversation, and kept eating.
" Then what did you mean?" His mother questioned, her eyes glaring at him.
Bridger quietly ate, not giving any reply.
His father chuckled from the side, amused by their little exchange.
" So Bridger. Did you make up your mind on the collage you'll be aiming for" his father interrupted, saving Bridger.
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They had their dinner , while discussing what colleges to join in, his father mostly advised him on many colleges, and the perks they provide over others.
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After dinner, Bridger went to his room and slumped on his bed.
His thoughts quickly fell on Ava.
His mind churned and imagined all the possibilities of how his ' meet up ' tomorrow was gonna be like .and fell asleep ,fantasising.
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The next day, he woke up early in the morning and got ready.
He stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself.
His hair neatly combed into a side part and His uniform was spotless.
" Let's see how the heavens feel like" he thought to himself.
Exiting his room, he went to the kitchen, eating his breakfast and left quickly, just like yesterday.
" Off for a stroll again, Bridger" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
With how good his mood was, Bridger didn't bother lying and yelled " Cant keep her waiting" and closed the door shut. Leaving his mother shocked.
" So he really is seeing a girl" she muttered a small smile creeping up her face. " And here I thought he was a coward when it came to girls."
Poor Sara thought, not knowing that her son wasn't just going to see a girl, but try to bed one.
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After walking for a good few minutes, he finally reached the familiar alley.
He waited for Ava to come out, yet even after waiting a full 10 minutes there was no sign of her.
" Where is she" Bridger anxiously clicked his fingers. Feeling that he was just wasting his time waiting, he started to roam around the streets near the alley in hopes of catching her. He even visited her apartment, but not knowing her room number, he left with his hopes all burnt.
And when he realised she could've already left, he went on his way, all frustrated . Not because he couldn't meet Ava, but because he couldn't rail her.
" Tchh..wasted time" he thought, frustrated.
And by the time he reached his school, all his frustration melted down, his mind as calm as ever.
Though he was slightly bitter about it , knowing he couldn't do anything about it , he let it slide off his mind.
He focused on his classes, unlike yesterday where he was distracted through half of them.
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And when the school ended he walked to the gym and roughly one and half hours later he went to his home.
And by the time he reached home, dinner was ready.
He hungrily ate his fill, while his mother intently watched him.
" How was your date" his mother asked, garnering his father's attention.
"Yeah about that,.. well ..um it was more like a confession, and she turned me down." Bridger skillfully lied, his expression slightly dejected as if he was actually hurt by the girl's decline.
His parents fell silent for a while. Not knowing how to console their son. They kept silent for a while, until his mother spoke.
" Umm, Bridger, are you sad about it.?" She asked in a straightforward manner, not knowing how to approach it. And what could she do? For as long as she could remember her son never got involved in any relationships and now all of a sudden he says he was rejected. And Jason was in no better position to give advice, especially related to love.
" Nah, not really, there are plenty of other girls. Why would I be sad just because one rejected." Bridger scoffed, surprising both his parents. And here they were worrying that their son would be depressed, but here he was, simply scoffing it off.
" Don't give it much thought mom and dad, it's quite common, many get rejected while many make out."
After making sure they didn't dwell on it much, he left the table, going to his room.
" Haaa, back when I was in college, I spent the entire day depressed, when I was rejected" Jason voiced out, which made Sara smile as she was the one who rejected Jason back in the days. But he didn't give up, relentlessly pursued her and made her fall for him.
" You were such a dork back then." Sara commented,her face lit with a smile ,and her hand drifted over Jason's.
And so, both the adults reminisced about their love life, bringing a joyful full smile to their faces.
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" Damn it, wouldn't have to make that up if I hadn't slipped my tongue in the morning" Bridger lay on his bed, regretting his slip up with his mother.
" Tch" he clicked his tongue in annoyance. How easily he got excited and happy, all for it to be drained swiftly after.
" Guess I'll try one last time tomorrow and then...give up I guess, or maybe I'll find someone else...someone easy."his thoughts settled on a girl. According to the rumers he heard, it should be easy to get into her pants.
' But is it really necessary though,' his thoughts soon became complicated. Why was he even getting so desperate to get laid anyway? . He could just wait till it naturally happened. But when he thought of the long waiting he had to do, he was unwilling how could he? Those carnal desires were hard to control you know! Especially for Bridger.
After debating back-and-forth in his mind, he finally reached a conclusion.
' I m gonna screw Ava tomorrow and that's it'
And slowly drifted to sleep.