Nothing Makes Sense

Chapter 3 (#)

"Matthieu you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend much less one who is short and cute" as the words rolled his mouth she wanted nothing better than for him to take them back and stick up his ass. Who was he to call me short? He is no way taller than Matthieu, much less my brother.

Kamice lived by a theory, to determine if one is tall they would have to surpass the height of her second oldest brother Oshriq; who was roughly 6 '1. Matthieu barely 6 feet.. but because she would often need his help to reach jars on the top shelf in his apartment she gave him a pass.

"Hey, be careful when you're calling her short, " Matthieu laughed at his friend's statement. "She doesn't like it. Even though she.." his statement was cut short on the account of the hit he just got from her. From the looks of it, it was evident that he was gonna pay for that statement. "Ok am joking she isn't short plus she's not my girlfriend either" he explained while nursing the new bruise on his arm.

"Well, I am not one to lie but she is short." He sank his hand into his pockets and pulled out a box of cigarettes, and lit one. As he took his first draw and released it, he raised his hands towards her. As if he wanted her to shake it, but the reluctance written on her face was enough for him to understand she wants up for it. As he slowly withdrew his hands, a smirk began to spread on his face.

"Well shortie, I am Justin Tapper. I and your boy Harris attend the same high school together." his actions and his words came off contradictory to her. While his words were smooth and eloquent, his actions were rough and rugged.

"Well Justin, Would love to say it's nice to meet but I can't. So until the next time, we will be heading off, you can continue your smoke and return to your company inside the restaurant" she slowly pulled on Mattheu's shirt hoping he'd realize the signal meant for them to leave as quickly as possible.

Her small action was not missed by Justin, and as much as he rather heads back in to catch up with his other friends. The little minx beside his friend intrigued him, and he was a guy who liked to me intrigued.

"I mean I am heading that way, why don't we all walk together ?" The question posed had Matthieu raising his brows on the other hand it had Kamice fuming.

"We would rather spend some time alone if you don't mind" she angrily declined the invitation.

"Hey, Justin maybe next time. She isn't doing so well today and I don't wanna anger her anymore ." He proceeded to take out his phone and handed it to Justin. It was clear what his intention was and she wanted the whole interaction to end as quickly as possible. Justin went ahead and entered in what would be his number.

"Don't mind if I call ?" he asked, he raised the hand containing both the phone and his cigar, Matthieu shrugged in response to his question. As they waited for them to connect the call, Justin's eyes were trained on the kamice. As if they were analyzing everything about her, searching her eyes for something. A flicker of excitement or something, he was met with nothing but a scowl forming on her face.

The iconic ring of his iPhone surrounded them. He reached inside his back pocket and brought forward his phone.

" Well, I guess that is it. Until next time " Matthieu broke the tension that was rising between them.

"Yea, we can catch up next time. I'll be sure to invite you over to my new place" Justin stated as he moved towards Kamice. The closer he got the more she refused to move from her position. Even though she hated the scent of tobacco and nicotine radiating from him, she was not going to let it get to her. He was probably the same age as Matthieu or older if they went to the same high school together. Which would put him a year or two younger than her. She was not going to let this guy get under her skin especially if she was just meeting him for the first time today.

He stopped only a few centimeters away from her and lowered his head to be at the level of her face and said " Don't forget to bring your little friend with you. I like her, she got spunk plus she seems able enough to hold her liquor" He smiled as he sniffed the air. She would be lying if she said she didn't smell of alcohol at that moment but who was he to make such a remark about her when he doesn't even know her. Turned her face away from him to make her discomfort evident, he stepped back and proceeded to continue to enjoy his cigar. She thought that it had been burnt out already as he hardly had it in his mouth but unfortunately it wasn't. She was as the punk in front of her continued to pollute the air for one moment of joy that will shorten his lifespan.

Matthieu placed his hands on the firm of her back signaling her from out of her thoughts. He looked at her and smiled, he raised the paper bag as a sign that they should probably get going. Kamice didn't waste time walking off, she was growing tired from watching that punk's face.

After reaching a few feet away she turned to look back to the spot where the intruder remained, still in the same spot she left him. As if he had sensed eyes trained on him . He looked up and met her eyes. A smile welcomed the attention he was getting as he drew his last puff and threw the cigar on the ground.

Embarrassed by her actions and the fact that he caught her, kamice turned her focus to the road ahead of her hoping she'll never see that asshole again, but some parts of her felt slightly different from that notion.

4.*the point of view is changed here cause -*

One thing she was glad about was that the restaurant wasn't far from his apartment. she didn't know how much longer she could manage to be on her feet.

The walk was quieter than usual. No words were uttered from him and she wasn't complaining either. It was a long day and she could use the peacefulness.

She peered up at Matthieu who was walking beside her and began to analyze what was going on. He wasn't walking as fast as he normally would but one could sense the slight urgency in his steps. When did it get like this ? she was a naturally fast-paced person while he wasn't. He often had a lot more patience than she did and it bothered her. How could he always remain so relaxed and tolerate so much on any given day?

It would be a lie to say he didn't have his times, but he hardly ever got angry or pissed at her stunts when they were often going overboard. She would frequently joke about him being a robot and he never took anything to heart.

She often wondered why he was still there when all else would fall apart no questions asked. Whether it be on the phone with her or holding her for comfort, Matthieu was a variable that seemingly played a role as a constant. She knew that he could at any moment leave like the others.

"Matthieu" she stopped to call out to him, causing him to bring his movements to a pause. He turned to look at her.

"Hmm, What's the problem ?" He placed his free hand in his pocket.

"Let's get married"