Z O R A ' S P O V
Listen, I know said I had a lot to say to him but I just haven't been able to bring myself to answer any of his calls. Maybe I was overreacting, we're not even dating. Im so stupid, I thought we had something special. So dumb, why would he want someone like me? That model girl had it all, looks, money, and everything I did have.
I played in my bed and stared at the ceiling. I was wearing some old hello kitty shorts and a pink tank top with my hair in a curly bun mess. Me and snookers have been watching jersey shore and sleeping the entire day. Suddenly I jumped up after hearing a strong pounding on the door. Snookers very quickly jumped under the bed. I got up and looked around the room at the mess. Who could be at my door at 7:30 at night. Grabbing a knife from the kitchen I cautiously opened the door with the chain lock still on.
"Listen, If you're here to rob me or something you should know I have an extremely dangerous weapon." I said deepening my voice to seem more intimidating.
"Zo? Why do you sound like that?" I heard the same familiar British accent and stopped in my tracks.
"De'andre?" I questioned, why would he be here?
"Zora, let me in." He requested. I did so and unlocked the door fully opening it to see him standing there in dress pants and a button up shirt with the top two buttons un-done. He looked me up and down then brought me into a strong hug. "You haven't been answering my calls, I was worried about you." It was kind of awkward but it low-key felt nice.
No.
No Zora.
You are mad at him right now.
He walked in and looked around a bit before bending down to pet Snookers.
"Look Deandre, we need to ta-"
"He's beautiful, British shorthair?" He questioned not paying any attention to what I was saying.
"umm no, American but how'd u know?" I questioned rubbing my neck.
"I used to have one as a child. Her name was suzy, she got ran over." He blurted out as my eyes widened and I held in my laugh. "but anyway, what did you need to tell me?" He asked standing up.
"I just wanted to know, are you like dating other people?" I tried to nicely ask the dreaded question, what are we? He looked at me confused.
"What do you mean love? I mean are you?" He asked holding my hands and sitting us down on the couch.
"No its just that I-" I stopped myself, I wouldn't want him knowing that I basically stalked this girl that commented on his post. You know what, Im just gone tell him the truth. "Listen, this might sound crazy but I saw this instagram girl who commented on your post and I just got to thinking about how many other women there could be and basically Im just wondering, why me?" He stared at me while I stared back trying my hardest to read his expression. he looked angry, sad, crushed, hurt.
"oh ok then, show me this instagram girl." He said as he let go of my hands and put air quotes on instagram girl. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and opened her Instagram handing him the phone. I watched him as he scrolled through her instagram. His face twisted into a more annoyed look. He looked up at me and handed me the phone. "Zora, that's my stepsister." He said sounding fed up.
"Wait what, but you called her babe." I said watching him get up and grab his coat.
"Yeah Zo, Im from the Uk everyone calls everyone babe." He said raising his voice a bit. I looked down at my feet embarrassed and then looked back with a smile and walked towards him. I grabbed his hand and tried to apologize.
"Look I-"
"No." De'andre said sternly pulling his hand away. "I can't believe you think of me like this." I looked back at him shocked and a little hurt from how he was speaking to me. "No, don't give me that look. I told you how I felt about you and you seem to think I'm some douchebag."
"No, I don't think that De'andre. It was just Ive heard so much about how you-"
"Exactly! That's exactly what Im talking about! everything you know about me you've heard from people. You haven't even given me the chance to show you who I am."
"I just couldnt read if you really liked me or not." I said trying to fix the situation.
"You think I would spend $800 on tickets to see a ballet with someone I was just trying to fuck?" He was now yelling at me.
"So you were just trying to fuck me?" I was now screaming back at him because I wasn't just going to let him disrespect me.
"Now you're just putting words in my mouth. I never said that." He quieted down.
"Putting words in your mouth? Are you deadass right now? That's what you've been doing to me this entire time!" I screamed back. He just stared at me in disbelief.
"You know what, I think it's best I leave before this escalates even more." He mumbled quietly.
"Yea you do that." I said signaling to the door. He walked out letting the door slam.
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hey y'all... don't be mad.
Ive had a lot going on with our schools production of legally blonde I've kind of been bombarded with stress.
I took some time and made sure this chapter was just right for y'all.
Again much love xx <3
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Zora || BWBM
RomansaZora Carter is waitress at a Luxurious Restaurant in Soho. Working in such an expensive neighborhood has it perks such as good tips, but with lots of rich people coming in and out, she seems to catch the eye of one of them.
