Apartment 311

Ch | 87

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Eighty-seven: "When it's all said and done"

Noah was distracted all night, he was trying to get through telling me about work and then just stopped.

"What's wrong?" I swallowed the food in my mouth to ask. As promised, I made us dinner. It wasn't anything spectacular, just grilled chicken breast and a salad from a bag. Chicken was the only thing I knew how to make, I told Kenya and Asia anything else was too advanced for me right now, but I appreciated their efforts to teach me.

"I wanna tell you something but I know you, and I know how you'll react," he said solemnly.

I took a swig of water and glared at him over the glass. This is about to bad, I thought the worst in my head.

Once I sat the glass on the coffee table, I sat back in my seat and inhaled deeply to prepare myself for whatever he was about to say.

Noah pushed the plate away and rubbed his palms on his kneecaps.

"It's not me, so don't get mad, but you know... I'm at the college and there's a lot of student-"

"And the girls are hitting on you?" I already knew.

He nodded.

I just shrugged and took our plates to the kitchen to dispose of them.

I hummed, running the water to wash the dishes.

Noah walked over and started drying the cups as I put them on the rack.

Before he said another word, I spoke. "I mean, I'm not mad, Noah. I expected it, okay? If you're going to do something, just tell me before. Or at least, don't come lay in my bed after-"

"Babe, I'm not going to cheat on you, I'm not even thinking about it. I just told you because, shit, I've seen those Lifetime movies," he expressed, making me laugh.

"Why are you laughing, it's not funny?" Noah chuckled, slapping the dish towel over his shoulder.

I dried my hands and looked up at him with sarcasm. "It's kinda funny, bud."

"Why aren't you cussing me out right now?" he asked.

I sighed. "Because you mean a lot to me and after our last fight I realized I can't lose you, not over something stupid. Melinda told me about myself and she's right, I'm a little... loco. I'm just used to you spoiling me and being all about me."

"I'm still all about you," Noah vowed, pecking my lips.

I threw my arms around his neck and frowned. "I know you are. I know. I trust you."

"I'm scared right now," Noah laughed. "I prefer you being angry, it turns me on."

"Oh that's why you like to argue so much," I gathered, laughing against his chest.

"Yes! makeup sex is the best sex," he joked, picking me up and placing my body on the counter.

"Oh, well then I hate you and I'm mad at you," I played along, grabbing his hair.

Noah grabbed my wrists and kissed me deeply.

I pushed him lightly in his chest. "Noah, I trust you. And I want this to work. I'm going to try not to be so - I don't want to say crazy - so sensitive from now on, but you have to work with me. You're too friendly with girls, they'll take it the wrong way."

"I am not friendly, ask Cassie."

I laughed a little. "I mean, you flirt, Noah. I still get flashbacks to you and Paris. I'm not saying you'll cheat on me, but it's them I don't trust. Because look at you, babe."