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ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜɪs:
Christopher's POV
I was feeling really guilty about what I said to babygirl last month. I just didn't want her to get the wrong impression of what I thought of her. We were always cool, but at the time, I wasn't trying to be tied down.
: can u pull up on me so we can talk?
• 2:24 P.M.
💕 : Yea, give me about 20 minutes. You need anything?
• 2:45 PM
: I'm cool. I just need to talk to u.
• 2:46 PM
Sooner or later, she finally arrived. And she looked gorgeous. Her skin was glowing in the sun and her jeans were hugging the right curves. Even though we weren't involved with each other on that level, I did fantasize about her and the things I would do if I got her a third time.
She took a seat across from me and crossed her legs. She was cheesing excessively, so I hoped everything went smoothly.
"Wassup, Chris? You texting me like there's an emergency. You good?" She questioned in a concerned tone.
"I'm straight. The question is are you good?" She rose an eyebrow at my question, unaware as to what I was speaking about.
"I'm talking about last month, in my basement." I trailed off, letting the memories spark into her mental.
"Oh!" She laughed. "Christopher, I've been over that. Is this really what you wanna talk about?"
I slowly nodded my head. I was very confused. How could she be so cool with something she was just angry about?
"So, you're not mad anymore?" I shuffled to the end of my seat, so I could hear her response.
"I was never mad, just upset. Only because you were sending me mixed signals, Chris. I was expecting something that's never gonna happen. Besides, I've been talking to someone else." She explained, smiling; probably thinking about him.
I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling before letting out a dry laugh. "Oh word? I'ight, well that's good, I guess."
"Chris, I have to go. Walk me out?" She questioned, glaring down at her phone. I nodded my head and walk her to her car. Letting her leave with a hug, I went inside to think about the situation that just occurred.
I don't know what I was feeling, right now, but I wasn't happy within myself. She was happy and I wasn't. She left smiling like I wanted, but I envied that smile.
Was I jealous of someone that wasn't me? Someone that I never meet before? Someone that made her happy?
I couldn't be. I didn't dare to believe that. Whatever this emotion was, I wasn't feeling it, but I'll be over it in a day or two. And another bitch could fill whatever this void was.
∞ (edited 08/13/17)
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