She Will Be Loved.
Chapter 4: It started with lunch ( One week later )

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I heard the alarm clock going off, but I didn’t feel like getting out of bed. My head hurt, and my stomach felt like someone ninja kicked me. I rolled over and slammed my hand onto the alarm clock, making it fall off the bed, but it was off. Keeping my eyes closed, I rolled onto my back and inhaled deeply, my heart beating fast. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and opened them slowly, it was still dark in my room, but the sun was out, I could see it beyond the curtains. 

I finally peeled myself out of bed and went straight for the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. I was still half asleep, my head almost touching my knees. Standing up, I flushed the toilet and walked over to the shower, pulling back the glass door. Once the shower was up and running, I undressed and got in.

It was fucking Monday which meant one thing, school. I had two classes throughout the day. I had a interactive seminar coarse from 8 to 3, then I got to come home for about two hours and do whatever, usually I go out to eat. Then I go back at 3:30 and sit in Psych until 5. I wanted to be a Psychiatrist, it’s something I’ve wanted to do since I was little. I was very passionate about talking to people about their problems. Even thought I hated therapy, I wanted others to be able to open up to me. At heart I was a good person, and I cared about others more then I cared about myself sometimes.

After I got out of the shower I threw on a pair of tight grey sweatpants, a white tank top that showed a little bit of my belly and threw my crazy curls in a sloppy bun. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone today, I just wasn’t in the mood. As I sat on my bed, going threw my binder, making sure I had all my homework done, my phone started going off. With a sigh, I reached over and grabbed my iPhone from the table and starred down at the screen, a number I didn’t recognize.

"Hello." I mumbled.

"Lena?" The male voice asked. It was Chris.

"Yess, and you are?" Even though I knew who it was, I didn’t want him knowing. I wanted him to think that I wasn’t thinking about him this pass week.

"Yea, it’s Chris." He told me, "What’s good?" He sounded as if he was driving around, I could hear the sound of wind when you had your windows down while driving.

"Oh hey," I said in a happier tone, I had a smile on my face. "Nothin’ much, gettin’ ready to go to class. Why are you callin’ me so early?" I asked with a chuckle. Who calls people you don’t know at eight in the morning?

"I was tryna see if you wanted to go to lunch with me? I’m on my way to work, but I got a hour lunch around three, and I was kinda hopin’ you’d spend it with me." Chris’ voice was so much deeper over the phone, he sounded so sexy.

It was silent for a moment, as I thought about if I wanted to go to lunch with him. It was ironic how our lunches were at the same time, “Uhm,” I finally said, “Yea, I can do that.” I glanced at the alarm clock, it was 7:30. I closed my binder and stood up.

"Word. I’ll call you around 3 then." Chris said with a smile in his voice.

"Okay, see ya." I bent down and lifted my heavy ass backpack from the floor and dropped it on my bed. We both said bye and I continued to get everything inside my backpack. He wanted me to go to lunch with him. When he asked me if he could call me, I thought he’d only call me when he wanted to have sex. But then again, when I usually make it clear to men that I don’t want nothing more then sex, and I didn’t with Chris. I guess I’ll have to break it to him at lunch.

Class was boring, as always. My professor talked his ass off about why people did the things they did. We were on the subject of suicide. It was a touchy subject for me, due to the fact that my very first serious boyfriend killed himself over depression. I think that’s why I pushed men away, because for a while I thought it was my fault that David killed himself. We were together for about three years, from when I was 20 up until last year. I miss him, he was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Here I am now, three years later, unable to hold a stable relationship, go figure.

It was 2:45, and I was sitting outside the college, smoking a cigarette with a pair of sunglasses on my face. The sun was hot beaming down on my skin, it felt like I was getting sunburn. I took a drag of the cigarette and unlocked my phone, going to the Facebook app. I kept a Facebook to keep up with my friends and all their madness, other then that I hated it, it was nothing but drama. As I was going threw Kiara’s pictures, my phone started going off.

"Hey." I answered it instantly. Flicking ash onto the sidewalk, I took a drag and let the smoke out sharply.

"You ready?" Chris asked. I heard the car door slam.

"Yea, I’m at Dade College on Northeast 2nd Avenue." I told him, looking around.

"Aight, I’ll be there in about 10 minutes. Don’t go no where, you in the front?" He asked.

"Yep." I mumbled, smoke leaking from my nose.

"Aight, bye."

"Bye." I brought the phone down and ended the call, dropping it in my purse. I took a deep breath and finished off the cigarette, sticking it in the ashtray of sand. I leaned back, letting my head sit against the wall of the school. I was a bit confused, and nervous, I wasn’t used to this. Was this a date? If it was, this was the first date I been on since David died. 

I was growing impatient, my foot shaking up and down, looking all around me. A nice Dodge Charger came zipping in the front of the school, blaring ‘Aint Nothin’ But A Gangsta Party' by 2Pac and Snoop Dogg. I watched the car drive around the campus, almost like the driver was lost. Just as I was about to call Chris, he called me instead.

"Are you the one in that Charger?" I asked with a chuckle, looking at the Charger in the distance.

"Yea, how you know? Can you see me, where are you?" Chris asked with a laugh.

"Okay, turn around." I stood up, "Make a left and stop in front of the campus, where it says Dade really big." I spoke slowly, trying to make him feel stupid. How can you miss the entrance of the school?

"Oh aight, I see."

"You see me?" I lifted my arm and waved it around a few times.

"Yea I see you." Chris chuckled.

I brought the phone down and ended the call, dropping it in my purse. I watched as his car stop in front of me. The window started to roll down, and I walked over. Chris starred at me, his dimples deep and his teeth were extra white.

"Get in." Chris smiled.

I licked my lips and opened the door, sitting down on the comfortable leather seat. I shut the door and removed my backpack from my back, setting it on the floor, keeping my purse at my side. I looked at Chris and smiled, “Hi.” I waved.

"Hola." Chris chuckled, nodding his head. He started to drive. "What are you in school for?" He asked randomly, as he drove out of the parking lot.

"Uhm, Psychiatry." I told him, pushing my bangs out of my face, "I’m trying to get my bachelors degree so I can be a psychiatrist in a few years after I graduate."

Chris slowed the car down, stopping at a red light, “That’s what’s up.” He smiled, looking at me. “How many more years till you graduate?” He asked with a slight lick to his lips.

"About two." I responded, "What do you do?" I smiled. I couldn’t help not to, his face was just so cute. He was wearing a navy blue body suit, with a stitched in name tag and a pair of back Nikes. He was all greasy, and had black splotches all over his suit. I was assuming he was a mechanic of some sort. 

"I’ma mechanic." Chris turned his body and made eye contact with me.

"Yea, I kinda figured that considering you’re all greasy and smell like oil." I smirked, licking my lips a bit. "But that’s cool, now I know who to call when my car takes a shit."

Chris laughed and licked his lips, he looked down and then back up at me, “Yea.” He nodded.

Chris came to a stop at a local McDonalds. It was cute, I wasn’t expecting anything fancy, but at least I knew we had one thing in common, we both loved big macs.

It was silent while we ate, I ate slowly, eating my french fries in groups. Every once in a while I could caught him starring at me, the silence was awkward, and I could tell there was something he wanted to ask me, what I couldn’t tell you.

"So," Chris cleared his throat and sat up straight, looking at me. I looked up at him and smiled, grabbing a napkin, I wiped my mouth. "About the other night," He stopped talking and took a sip of his drink. It was as if he was stalling, "Why me?" He finally asked.

I looked at him, not knowing how to tell him that I was a sex addict. I took a deep breath and set the napkin on the table, “Uhm..” I chuckled a bit and gathered all my thoughts, “I dunno..”

Chris sucked his teeth, “C’mon Lena, I know you don’t just pick random niggas out the crowd and put it the fuck on ‘em.” He laughed. His cheeks turned slightly pink as he reached for his drink.

I laughed, “But I kinda just do.” I mumbled, looking at him.

Chris cocked his eyebrow, “What?” He asked. “You mean, you do just pick random niggas out and give ‘em good pussy?”

"It all depends!" I said suddenly, "Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a hoe Chris, I just have a need for sex." I spoke lowly, I didn’t need the entire McDonalds to hear what we were talking about, and since it was lunch hour, it was kind of packed.

"Then get a boyfriend." Chris said bluntly. "Why put yourself out like that?"

My mood instantly switched, he sounded like my therapist. “Because.” I snapped.

Chris licked his lips and sat back, crossing his arms over his chest, “You’re beautiful, obviously you smart… why don’t you want a boyfriend?” He asked, trying to read me.

I sighed and shoved a few fries in my mouth, “Boyfriends are a pain in the ass.” I told him. I didn’t feel like explaining this all to him, he wasn’t going to be my boyfriend, so why should I waist my time?

Chris laughed hard, “That’s a weak ass excuse ma.” He smirked and picked up his big mac, shoving the last of it in his mouth. “There’s gotta be another reason.” He mumbled with a mouthful of food in between chewing.

"Yea." I mumbled, shaking my head slightly.

"I aint gon make you spit it out now but," Chris started to gather up all his trash, "One day." He looked up at me and smiled, putting the trash on the tray.

"One day?" I said smartly with a laugh, "Okay." I shook my head and ate a few more fries.

"You don’t believe me?" Chris asked, looking at me.

"I didn’t say that now." I looked at him and grabbed my drink, I took a big sip and slammed the cup on the table. This guy, who the fuck was he and why was he making me feel like this? I had the butterflies like a teenage girl after she got asked to prom by her crush. This wasn’t cool.

"What are you doin’ tonight?" Chris asked, breaking the silence.

"I have class until seven, and after that nothin’ special." I said with a shrug as I put my trash onto the tray with his, "Why?" I looked at him, trying to hide the smile on my face.

"You tryna come over tonight? Have a few drinks, I’ll make you dinner." Chris smiled big, his dimples deep in his cheeks.

I licked my lips and starred at him, reading his eyes, “I’ll think about it.” I finally spoke.

Chris nodded his head, “Aight, I can settle for that.” He licked his lips, “You ready for me to take you back?” He asked, getting ready to stand up.

"I’m actually done with class for now, you can take me home though." I smiled.

"Aight, let’s go." Chris stood up and grabbed the tray, walking over to the trash can.

I stood up fixed my shirt. Dinner and drinks, at his house? Another date? What? I walked pass him and opened the door, holding it open for him. I felt Chris behind me, his body close to mine. He moved my hand from the door and placed it at my side. He looked down at me and smirked, before walking over to his car. I smirked and followed behind him, this nigga was slick.

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