A Man Like Aaron Ashgrove

Chapter five

I am going to cry. My eyes are welling up with tears, and if I blink, just once- they are going to fall.

This is too much eventfullness for one night.

I want to call my therapist so bad, but Sunday's her only day off in the week and I can't be that selfish as to disrupt it.

There is still a long line at The Basements entrance.

When I had come out at first; walking as if the devil himself was trailing me, the people in line had looked at me like I was running mad.

ironic how it seems that everyone wants to get in, but I desperately want out.

"Finally we found you." It's Nadia and Tk.

She wraps her arm around me. "Hey, that was... Intense."

I drag my hand through my locs when she let's go. They're both giving me very sympathetic looks.

"Its like he would've ripped that guys head off." Tk Comments.

I can't help the sigh that escapes me. "I feel like this is all my fault."

Tk looks appalled. "Girl it was not your fault, that waiter knew better than to be out of line like that. In front of his boss even. If he gets his ass fired it's on him."

Easy for Tk to say, he and his sister are from a very stable middle class home, neither of them have had the struggle of loosing a job and not being able to make ends meet.

"Maybe I should go back in, ya know and try to reason with him?"

Nadias eyes focuse on a point above and behind me. "Ah... I don't think you need to go back."

"Yasmine." It's Aaron, his hands are tucked into the pocket of his jeans and he's got a sheepish expression on his face. "Could you guys excuse us, please."

Tk is about ready to bounce, but Nadia squeezes my hands feebly, in my ear she whispers: "Text me if you need anything."

"I'm sorry."

His apology takes me aback, I was so not expecting that he would be remorseful.

"I shouldn't have exploded like that, yes the waiter did break atleast three company laws by that stunt he pulled. But he is relatively new here, it should be expected that he slipped up, and that was just a front to cover the actual reason why he pissed me off."

I swallow, seeing something in his eyes that I am not too sure of. "And what was the real reason you were mad."

"You." it's a simple word, but it holds too much meaning.

"Me..."

"Yes you, I saw him talking to you, saw you smile at him- and I just fucking lost it."

No way this is happening. Somebody pinch me.

Better still slap me, anything. I need to wake up, cause there is no way he's telling me what I think he's telling me. "Why though?"

"Because i was fucking jealous. The second he asked you for your number I wanted to shove that pen deep down his throat."

Damn.

"I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything, not yet atleast. I get that this is probably too fast a pace for you. I'm tryna be rational here so I don't scare you... But God I want you."

I could see it now, what Nadia had been trying to point out to me in the restroom, desire. He wanted me.

But how?