Just A Old Love Story

Chapter 1

Brooklyn

The ride to the Heyward mansion was quite as Leah drove me.
This was one of the few times we had ever been enveloped in such silence.
I looked over at my best friend, she seemed better than I had left her and her color was coming back, thanks to Caleb.
For the past few days, they had been inseparable.
I was starting to feel insecure about our friendship, worried that I would get replaced.

"You sure you want to go to this dumbass," she asked her tone was leveled.

"It really means so much to my mom and Mr Heyward," I answered her as she pulled up in the driveway.

"Just be careful with this guy, don't let your feelings overrule your judgment," she said before I stepped out of the car.
I quickly waved her as I watched her car disappear in the gloomy night.

Nervous as ever, I walked to the front door, practicing in my head how the conversation would go on.
My hands shook lightly as I knocked on the 7 ft mahogany door.
After a few knocks, the door was opened by a sleepy Ryan.
His coal black hair was shuffled in a bed mess.
His hazelnut eyes were swollen and had huge bags underneath them as he rubbed them to get a clear vision of me.
His body was clad in a blue pajama and his chest was shirtless.
His voice was gruff as he drawled out the words.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um, weren't you told that?" I asked him my heart racing.

"I asked you a mother fucking question," he said with such hate.
The tone of his voice hurt my feelings.

"Mr Heyward arranged us for me to come and tutor you," I said my head held down.

"Oh," he exclaimed his face turning soft.

"Yeah," I whispered my eyes still lingering on my shoes.

"Come in," he said stepping aside so that I could be aware of the vast mansion.
The mosaic floor echoed our steps as I followed him to what I thought was the kitchen.

"Wait for me," he said while gesturing for me to sit a the brown mahogany dining table.