In Need of a Distraction |18+| Book Two | ✔

Chapter 3

Timay

"When are you coming home? The wedding is in two weeks, Nay."

"There's still plenty of time, chillax."

"You don't even have a venue, yet," I say, tapping my fingers against my laptop.

"Actually, we'll be getting married in the gardens of The Grand Blossom. Noah will be officiating our wedding and there won't be more than twenty people."

"Noah, officiating a wedding? He doesn't even believe in love!" I guffaw and Naomi sighs.

"Well," she says hesitantly. "He's moved on and it's pretty serious." I sit up in bed, the black and white covers bunching around my waist and my phone nearly slips from my grasp. Did I hear her right?

"Oh." Why doesn't that sit well with me? I've moved on, too. With Derrick. It isn't all that serious yet, but it could be.

"I'm sorry, Timay. I didn't want to be the one to tell you. I can always block his plus one from attending our wedding."

"No, I'm happy for him. I've got to go," I chuck my phone to the other side of my bed, and it bounces off, landing with a thud on the floor.

What was I expecting, it's been over a year? Of course, he wasn't sitting around and waiting for me to pull my head outta my ass.

I'm happy for him...

Are you though?

Shut the fuck up. Pesky, logical voices interrupting when they shouldn't be...

Like seriously, what did I expect? Noah told me he's in love with me and I begged him not to say it, I begged him and I... I walked away from him, but he told me I would be his and he would see me soon – yeah right. It's been a year and I still haven't seen him.

See you soon my ass.

What Noah felt was lust, it wasn't love. If it were, he would've fought harder for me, and he sure as hell wouldn't have allowed me to walk away from him without a fight.

Did you give him much of a choice?

Again, shut up!

. . .

Am I to blame?

Probably.

But I didn't confess my love – what love? – he did, and I was still able to walk away.

Now, he's moved on with his life.

I wonder what her name is.

How does she look... Similar to me? I snort. That would be something, wouldn't it?

Ha, can you imagine?

I sneak out the reasonably sized house that I've called home for the last six months and hop in my car, desperately needing an escape or better yet, a distraction.

I stare at the brick walls which I quite like – the only feature I like about the house – with white shutters covering the windows. The yard is the greenest lawn on this street, lined with neat shrubs, cut, and shaped to match the owner's taste. Like I've said, the only feature I like is the natural state of the semi-dark brown brick that hasn't been plastered or painted.

A few people know about my current living arrangements, but I try my best to keep it on the downlow. I'm not embarrassed about it, but some might call it stupid, pathetic, and idiotic. But hey I kinda agree.