I'm late uploading yet again 😭 Writers block is no joke! Even though I shouldn't even be having it because this story is literally based on my college experience. Anyway, I plan to upload another chapter later today but no promises!
__________________________"Don't you think it's a little too late to be asking her on a date?" Jayda said, raising an eyebrow.
"Too late how?" August asked, looking from his laptop to his notebook, scribbling notes.
The two decided to meet at a Starbucks off campus since Jayda was still concerned about getting caught in the midst of her deception.
"You're waiting until after you strung her along and ghosted her to take her on a formal date," Jayda stated plainly, folding her arms across her chest.
"I ain't strung nobody along, nor did I ghost ha'," August replied, with his eyes still glued to his notebook.
Jayda's face twisted in confusion.
"Uh, I'm pretty sure leaving somebody on read and not responding is ghosting."
"I left her on read because I didn't have anything else ta' say," August said before clearing his throat, "and if she would'a texted me again I would'a responded, but she didn't. So, I ain't ghost ha' by choice. I ain't ghost ha' period... if anybody ghosted somebody it was ha' that ghosted me."
Jayda stared at him intently, mentally deconstructing his flawed logic. She opened her mouth to rebuttal his claim, but immediately realized this was August she was talking to. He was too stubborn and had too much pride to even consider her perspective, especially if it involved disproving him. Jayda just exhaled deeply and diverted her attention back to her academics. The table fell silent as they worked on their respective studies, but Jayda still couldn't shake the topic of August and Whitley.
Jayda's eyes kept darting between August and her laptop. Whitley had expressed to Jayda about how peculiar August was, in the sense that he was a big ball of unpredictability, which made him eerily mysterious. Jayda was starting to see that. She couldn't figure out if he was a narcissistic asshole or an overly confident, impervious, and blunt gentleman. It wasn't long before she too began to feel eager to figure out the mystifying man in front of her for her friend's sake, at least. She wasn't quite convinced she could trust his intentions with Whitley, though. I mean, how could she?
August seemed to have done a complete three-sixty in personality. Going from jerk, to gentleman, then back to jerk (but, somehow still a bit of a gentleman). Even his appearance was enough to immediately come to the conclusion that August was nothing but a heartbreaker. His tattoos, the way he dressed, his infamous Fuckboy Fade, expensive jewelry, and a killer smile that could be considered a physical aphrodisiac. His strong Cajun accent and his exceptional habit of smelling delectable, only added to the affect. Jayda took one last glance at August before chuckling to herself and shaking her head.
"Whitley's gonna have her hands full with this one," she thought, before returning to the homework in front of her.
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It was already dark out when Jayda arrived back to the apartment she shared with Whitley and Sydney. When she entered the door, the apartment was dimly lit from the microwave light that everyone had agreed to leave on for instances like such. As Jayda shut the door, she heard movement in the kitchen that startled her. She wasn't expecting anyone to be in the apartment at this hour. Whitley was usually at a restaurant somewhere on campus getting food with Shalice, and Sydney was almost never there at all, given she was an athlete and preferred to spend her days and nights with her teammates. Nevertheless, she hoped it indeed was Sydney, so she wouldn't have to explain her whereabouts, digging herself into a deeper pit of deception.
"Hey, girl. Where've you been?"
Unfortunately for her, it wasn't Sydney.
"Oh, hey Whit. I just got back from Starbucks," Jayda answered truthfully, hoping it wouldn't prompt further questioning.
"Oh, ok," Whitley said, taking a sip of apple juice, "I overheard September saying he was going there earlier. Did you see him?" Whitley said with sass.
Jayda began to feel fluttering in the pit of her stomach and hoped her internal anxiety wasn't manifesting itself on the outside. She didn't want to lie to her friend, but if she didn't and Whitley happened to speak to August about it, she knew August didn't care about her secret and would spill the beans carelessly.
"Uh, no. I must've missed him," Jayda said with a small smile.
Whitley nodded and finished off the last of the apple juice before tossing the bottle into the recycle bin. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jayda interrupted, eager to take the attention off of her and onto Whitley.
"What are you doing back here so early, though? I thought you and Shalice usually go get dinner around this time," Jayda questioned.
"She had some type of orientation downtown for an internship at seven and didn't know what time she would be back, so I just picked up some Popeyes and came here," Whitley shrugged and began walking off towards her room.
Jayda stood frozen in the kitchen, mentally debating whether or not to confess to her deception, but instead she decided to do something she didn't think she would do. The conversation and observations that were made at Starbucks kept replaying in her mind. She gulped and blinked hard a few good times before blurting out something she hoped she wouldn't regret.
"How would you feel if August asked you on a date?"
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