CHAPTER FOUR

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"Now tell me about you Mr Christopher?"

" well there's really nothing to tell,

I'm in culinary school I want to be a chef, I've been living here for three years its actually my last year this year." He concluded.

" What about your girlfriend?" I was curious. " well we've been going out for a year we actually met on the campus, and we realized that we lived in the same apartment and the rest was history" he said smirking.

There was a knock on the door  and it opened, revealing the girl I watched big bang with." Hey guys". I was surprised she was here, Chris must have a  habit of bringing girls from the building in his apartment. " Hey" I said with a genuine smile she was a lovely girl probably same age as me.

"Hi Crystal" she came over and gave me a hug.  I was a little surprised we've only known each for a few hours. " you guys know each other?" Chris asked frowning" yes sweets" she smiled kissing Chris on the ……lips. " we've even watched big bang together" then she turned to me, you know Crystal, Chris here is the one who made me like big bang." She had her hands around his neck. " really?" I asked.  Finally figuring out that this might be the infamous girlfriend. But I had to make sure, " so you guys are together?" I asked.

"Yes we are" Christopher was avoiding my eyes.  he was now plaiting the desert " what's for dinner sweets? "   "My famous Brownies" je smiled smugly.I found her pet name for him so  way. .lllll c . She looked way too old to be doing that, now that I think of it she looks way old to be dating Christopher,  Its not jealousy talking,okay maybe not old but older than Christopher.I  turned to her. She was sitting next to me.

" You go to the same campus as him?"

  I couldn't help asking. " we met on my last year there actually" Christopher served the brownies, and they were the best I've ever tasted, and I told him so. After dessert I made an excuse and went to my place leaving Jasmine and Christopher together.

I went back to my apartment showered, slipped into my oversized sweatshirt and went to sleep.


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