Time Can Only Tell.....

Chapter 11.02

Arianna POV

"Girl, these mid-terms were kicking my behind, I'm glad mid-term week is finally over." Monica said as she sipped on her passion fruit tea.

We were sitting in the campus coffee shop, our spot. Just chilling, trying to relax and unwind from the stress of mid-term week. Today is the last day of tests; I have taken all of my exams. Yet, I'm still going crazy. Why? Because Tristan's last exam is today and out of the classes to be last it's his creative writing class. YAY ME!

Normally, I would always be calm and collected during exam week, but now I have to worry about my baby. I find myself wondering did I explain this enough or did I show him how to do this or that. Like I said I'm driving myself crazy. I wasn't even focused on my own exams, luckily I have sort of a photographic memory except when it's comes to math. So when it came to me preparing for my college algebra exam I was sort of a nervous wreck. Yet my amazing boyfriend helped me with that.

He wasn't lying when he said he was math genius. That boy can solve polynomials and sequences in his sleep. I'm just saying that if we were to have babies they would be little mathematical and scientific geniuses; it's all in the blood line. Not saying that me and Tristan are thinking about having babies. No way Jose! I still have my v-card intake & everything. Tristan and I have been together for about three months and some change and nothing's happened. Surprising? I know right. He's been nothing but a gentleman about the whole situation, yet I know it's only so much a man can take. I see the lust in his eyes whenever I wear a short skirt or dress and whenever we get into a make-out session; it kills him to pull away.

*Flashback*

We were just getting to his apartment coming from a football victory party. I had on a navy blue skater skirt with black leather trimming at the waist and bottom, a black leather midriff top paired with black Christian Louboutin pigalle spikes. The whole night Tristan kept looking at me with this look of determination and lust as if he wished he wanted to lead me to the nearest bed and have his way with me.

Once we reached the inside of that apartment Tristan's hands were everywhere except by his side and his lips hungrily attacked mines. Somehow his shirt had almost magically disappeared and long gone off his body. By the time we reached the hallway, my skirt was heisted up on my hips and my legs were tightly wrapped around his waist as he carried me into his room. I figured I had at least two or three hickies already when we finally made it onto the bed. It only got more intense from there and before I could tell Tristan to slow down or stop, he had pushed his self off of me and sprinted to the bathroom. Like really, that nigga hauled ass to the bathroom so fast. It was too funny to see all 6'1 of him running down his little hallway. I guess that 'cold shower' couldn't wait any longer, lmao.

*end of flashback*

Since then I felt kind of bad and sometimes even selfish holding out on him. In a strange way I guess keeping my virginity is my way of shielding myself from getting hurt. Tristan hasn't done anything that would lead me to believe that he would hurt me, but I haven't had the best male role models in my life so I tend to place a wall up to protect me from to BS I expect to come from all men.

Tristan's has been an amazing boyfriend so far. Do I love him? Hell yeah! Have I told him I love him? Nope! I'm too afraid that would run him off and I like having my caring and nurturing boyfriend. I got issues, I know. Having dysfunctional parents does that to you. It's a wonder I got out this emotionally stable.

"Tae! Tae! Earth to Arianna!" Monica said waving her hands in front of my face, snapping me out of my daze.

"Dang, You been staring into space forever. I been trying to get attention, you had zoned out and shit. People were beginning to stare at you like you were crazy. I thought I was gonna have to bring the hood out of me for a second. THEY DON'T WANT THESE HANDS!" she said the last part loud enough for the whole shop to hear while popping her knuckles and turning to face some staring faces. I swear I have no idea what I'm going to do with this girl.