[Sequel to Infatuated]
𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆.
Charlotte is headed into her third year at Columbia University on her way to become one of her generation's best writers. With wedding bells ringing for h...
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I paced around the hotel room replaying the last hour in my head. Fuck, Vincent was really here. All emotions hit me like a freight train and I wasn't sure if I was happy or disappointed seeing him here.
A part of me was relieved that he was okay, that he wasn't dead in some ditch or was up to no good. The other part, however, felt like I needed answers. An explanation to his disappearance and the lack of communication.
The only way that I could feel somewhat distracted was to unpack my things and start putting my emotions on paper.
Through the midst of unpacking, there was a knock on the door. I freeze in place until I hear Darcy's voice. "It's me," she says, "Can we talk?"
I walk over to the door and peep through the peephole to make sure she wasn't lying. I swiftly open the door and she wears a sheepish smile on her face, she was testing the waters to see if I was mad.
"I'm not mad," I say.
Her shoulders slouch in relief and she walks inside my room.
"Listen, I didn't know Daniel was inviting him. I only knew about it when we landed here," Darcy says.
"I'm sure he would've showed up no matter what, Maxine invited him. He didn't say anything to her when she sent him an invite so I guess Daniel convinced him."
"If it makes you feel any better, Daniel doesn't know who that girl is either. No one knows who she is," she says, sitting down on the lone chair next to the tv stand. "Wait, is River here?" She moves her head to check if River was around the corner or in the bathroom.
I shake my head. "No, he's out with Austin and a few of the guys. I think they were going to check out some bars." I sit on the foot of the bed and face Darcy. "It doesn't," I confess, "It doesn't make me feel better that I don't know who she is. She's pretty and she looks like she could actually be his type." I mean he fake dated Maxine and she was a blonde. This new girl also has pretty blonde hair.
I couldn't ignore her small button nose, her hazel eyes and how she was gazing up at him. That's how I used to look at him.
"I don't think it's a good idea to think about both of them. I mean you have River and he's been treating you like a goddess ever since you guys met," Darcy says, giving me an encouraging smile.
I sigh. She was right though. River was very patient with me. He was able to grasp onto the idea that we were only friends and didn't force anything upon me. He didn't peer pressure me into dates, into hanging out or saying yes to anything that I didn't want to.
There were no secrets with him or coming up with excuses to not talk about himself or his past. Not that there was anything wrong with his past. He said he grew up in a normal environment and had a great childhood.
"I know. It's just it's like seeing something from your past and you're hit with all of these emotions. Like nostalgia but also pain," I say, "Like when you remember playing outside when you were younger and then you remember the countless scrapes and cuts you'd get on your knees and how it burned when you tried to clean it."
