Let us live

I'll be waiting

Drew's POV

"Please don't leave me. Don't you want to watch one more episode?"

"As much as I would love to see a bunch of white folks cussin each other out I have to go." I said as I got out of the bed putting my clothes on.

Natalie looked at me with a pout on her face.

"I'll be back by 6 to 7. I have to go to the gym and I have a meeting with my trainer."

"Ok is everything alright? You haven't had one of those in a while."

"Everything is cool. I just have to discuss some important shit. You know NBA scouts and shit."

"Oh."

"Ok i'll be back, you want me to bring you back something?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Ok if you do you can tell me."

"I will." She said as she layed back down putting her face in her pillow.

"Nats what's wrong?" I asked crouching down to tie my shoes.

"I'm okay." She said under her breath.

"No, I'm serious. What's up with you? You wanna go another round?" I said making her giggle.

"No, I'm just a little hungry, I'll be okay."

"You sure you don't want me to order you food it wo-."

"Go Drew, I can handle myself." She said and stood up wrapping her arms around me giving me a kiss.

I placed my hands on her waist pulling her closer.

"Okay call me if you need anything."

"I will. Bye." She said pushing me towards the door.

Natalie's POV

After Drew left I felt empty. He's always made me feel needed. Rather if it's to drag him to his dorm after drinks, speak with his professors, the dean, his father, or the little guy in his pants. He makes me feel like he appreciates me and wants to be with me. Now and before we were together. I want to move in with him but we're moving too fast. Drew usually does move really fast and I'm cool with that but I can't leave everything behind. I want to be selfish and be a basketball wife to one of the hottest players there are but I care to much about where I am now to ever do that.

I saw that Addison was here by her ugly neon purple boots at the door.

Ughhh why does she never let me know she's here.

I walked into Addison's room. Which smelled like weed and depression.

"Hey loser."

"Hey."

"Want to go out to eat? I've been wanting to hang with you."

"We'll that's new. I thought I was a drug addict?"

"We'll I mean you are and you do really need to get help. But it's not like ur over dosing and falling out so you're not that bad. And I want your opinion on something."

"If he isn't beating you then I would say go for it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the boy that just left. If you like him just go for it. Be with him."

"One how long ago did you get here and two how do you know about what I should do."

"I know that you wouldn't be fucking your student if you didn't want anything special with him."