The Unexpected : (The Unknown Sequel) DISCONTINUED

Chapter Seven

Damnnnn, I have not updated this story in months, lol I'm sorry guys. This story just got pushed to the bottom of my list, and then I started writing new stuff, and I really forgot about this one.

But I'm updating now, before I go to work, so read, vote, comment, and enjoy!
-Keiana

Chapter Eight

Dylan Bernice Anthony

"No Chris. I didn't mean it like that!" I yelled.

"Then why'd you say that shit then?!" He asked me with such a confused face, I almost wanted to laugh. (y'all know the face lol)

"You took it way out of context, and you know it Chris."

"Man get away from me with that crap." He waved me off and stood up from his seat at the island.

"Whatever Chris, I don't care anymore." I huffed and stood up from my seat.

"How're you gonna tell me that you feel that I don't support you and then when I try to talk about it you say you don't care?"

"I was trying to talk to you and you told me to get away with that crap. I have things to do, I don't have time to beg you to talk to me. Everything's not about you right now." I snapped at him. I didn't mean to, but I was just really stressed. I had a showcase coming up in a week, my first one ever, and nothing was ready.

Everything that could've went wrong had went wrong. Paintings had been disappearing and reappearing, I didn't have a caterer, oh and one of the artists died. Like dafuq?

"Bet." Chris nodded and walked out of the kitchen. If I had the time I would chase after him and apologize, but I needed to go forreal.

"I love you Chris." I announced loudly enough that he could hear me from wherever he was sulking at.

I grabbed my purse and car keys from off the island beside me and headed out the door to start my day.

I hopped into my Jeep and immediately started to back out the driveway.

BAM!

Bro what? I threw open the door and went to the back of the car, where Chris's motorcycle had got knocked down and stuck underneath my Jeep.

Now Chris was gonna be so mad at me, and he was gonna say I did it on purpose. I didn't want to deal with this right now.
I turned off the car and grabbed my keys so I could go back inside and tell Chris what had happened.

"Chris!" I yelled when I'd gotten inside. He popped his head out of the kitchen a few seconds later with a chunk of pineapple in his mouth.

"What?"

"Okay, don't be mad at me, but I just hit your motorcycle."

"What?!" He yelled and ran out the house. I swear he loved that motorcycle more than he loved me sometimes.

I followed him out the house where he was kneeling down on the driveway trying to see how to get his bike out.

"Do you want me to pull forward? Maybe the motorcycle will move." I asked him.

"Nah, you don't do shit. You just stand there and wait for me to fix this and I don't care if you're late." He told me.

"Chris, that's not fair. It was an accident, and I'm sorry, but I can't be late though. I'm already late."

"I don't care." He shrugged and stood up off the pavement. "Where're your keys?"

"In the car still." I mumbled. He walked to my car and hopped into the drivers' seat. He stepped on the gas a little bit and looked back at the motorcycle.