If I have to (bwwm)

chapter 21

Stupid Ali making me do all that work for nothing. Wait until I see her. What she did was inconsiderate, petty and just... ..just

"Mory ....Morgan we're here," James said pulling me from my thoughts.

"We are we?" I was so lost in my thoughts and rain outside that I didn't realize we were here.

"This place called Track 9. "

Instantly my face lights up. This place is my happy place. Its a sin to be mad in your happy place.  I don't waste any time getting out and heading into the building.

"Slow down" James called out.

"Move faster" I replied. He isn't even that far away from me.
When we enter the hostess leads us to our tables and we order our drinks. James orders a sprite and I got a glass of wine. He looked surprised by my choice but who cares I want to unwind.

"So do you come here often?"I asked while fighting back my laughter.

James just smirks and tells me "yeah."

When the waitress came to take our order I started to feel a little uncomfortable.  She looks more like a victoria secret model more than she does a waitress. It's obvious she wants James's attention, she has barely looked my way.  I guess it doesn't matter though because James hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

We all are in this weird staring triangle until the waitress finally speaks.  "Hi my name is Becky and I'll be taking care of you tonight. "  She spoke softly and slowly.

"I'll have the steak medium rare," James said without giving her a glance.

"And for you?" Becky said still looking at James.

"Umm the shrimp fettuccine pasta," I said.

"Mkay, I'll be right back with your order," Becky said.  Right before she left she winked at James who had just barely looked up and seen.

Once she out of sight I started to tease James.  "Ooooh, she likes you. " 

"Huh ya think," he said sarcastically.

"Don't be cocky Mr. Gallo."

"I'm not being cocky Mory."

"Then look when she's speaking she obviously wants your attention," I said a little salty, maybe its the wine talking.

"Mory not everyone gets what they want. Besides she's not my type."

Curiously I asked him "so what is your type because she's like really pretty. "

James smirks and before he could answer me Becky interrupted us.

"Okay, I'm back.  Here we go the pasta for you and the steak for you. " She handing James his food and a piece of paper. "You guys enjoy. "

I expected James to open up the paper or to at least put it in his pocket. Instead, he shapes it to a ball and sets it on the table. "You aren't gonna read it," I asked?

" Nope it's not important and like I said she isn't my type. "

"Oh," I said digging into my pasta.

Dinner went really well. James and I really got to know each other better. It's pretty hard to believe that we nearly hated each other a little of a month ago.

"So are you still gonna come this weekend? " James asked as we walked into my apartment. The rain picked up and I didn't want him driving in that. He also wanted to walk me to my door so I guess he's gonna stay for a bit.

I excuse myself to go and change.  James just makes himself at home and takes a seat. Once I'm upstairs I slip out of my jeans and t-shirt and to an oversized hoodie. I put some shorts on for ass insurance and release my hair from its bun. Then I head back downstairs only to find a very noisy James snooping through my stuff.

"Find anything?"

"Nope" he replied.

I was hoping to startle him since his back was turned but I guess not. I plopped down onto letting out a long sigh. 

James makes his way to the couch and joins me. "Long day?" he asked.

"Don't even get me started."

"Come on let me take your mind off it he said."

"How," I said questioningly. I hope he is isn't implying what I think he is.

"Not like that," James said.
"I know your not that type of girl."

"How do you know if I'm not?"

"Because I see you and if you were I would still respect you."

"Why do I feel like I know you when I barely do. Like it really bugs me that I'm so comfortable around you. " I confessed. Why can't he just say something stupid like that night we met.

"Well if it makes you feel any better I'm really comfortable around you too," James said staring deep into my eyes.

"Why we shouldn't be. You shouldn't be this close and I shouldn't feel this way. "

"You like me. I like you that's how it works. Don't over think it. Mory, you are my type. "

I don't give James a response,  instead, I allow my lips to connect with his. I allow myself a moment of blithe.