Vince

chapter 6

Vince POV

Mrs. Archer's class was boring as hell. It always been that way, but without Amaya in the front row getting on my last nerve it was worse than usually.

Us being competitive was the one thing that got me through this course without cursing Mrs. Archer out. Matter of fact I had failed just as I walked in and she complained about my engine.

„not on me the professor salary is not enough for anything other than an E-bike", was apparently not what she wanted to hear from me and I really didn't feel like wasting time on the upcoming consequence.

I took my notes as the door swung open and Amaya walked in. In her brown, tight dress with that messy bun and Jordan 4s she looked out of place. She always did it was almost remarkable how that woman never fit into a crowd.

It was beyond obvious that everybody, including her, thought so, but she still managed to be considered the only one who caught the right vibe for each event.
She was as charismatic as a sect leader.

A quick apology later she sat down on her usual seat in front of me. I leaned forward, so close I could hear the blood running through her veins.

„With that working ethic you'll never beat me", I teasingly whispered in her neck and leaned back into my seat. I could hear her annoyed sight before she whispered; „I don't even have to be here to be better than you" , back to me

„We'll see about that", a smirk on my part. I breathed out a: „Trust me we will", while looking straight to the board and taking notes. College Amaya was toleratable.

***

Right after Archers mindfuck of a course I picked up my niece Millenna from elementary school. I just lifted her onto my bike as the phone ring.
„Nick what's up"
„Bro work is fucking me up! You tryna get sum drinks?"
„It's like 3pm..I'll be there in 40"
I hung up and adjusted the helmet she tired to put on.

Riding with her always scared me to death because I'd never survive her falling of the bike. I loved my entire family, my bike and my tattoo artist in a not romantic way but there was nothing I loved as much as this little girl.

Which was why I drove slow is fuck and took 20 minute for a max 12 minute ride home. As I lifted her off the bike I excuse myself with a kind: „Here you go princess, I'll wait right here"

That was kind of our thing. She ran to the front door and I waited in front of the house, until she was inside. That was probably my way of getting her used to the "bare minimum" or what it was called like.

She jumped into her mom's arms, who waved over to me. I played with the engine while driving of cause Millenna loved that sound. Usually I would've brought her to the door but Nick already sounded drunk on our phone call so I hurried up to get to him.

I expected him at the usual bar her always drunk at. And after passing 3 red lights and multiple stop signs I saw him hanging on a bar stool.

„That bad?"
„You have no Idea. The stock market had his ups and downs over the past weeks"
„Isn't that the usu-"
Nick interrupted me: „Vince they could get me for insider trading"

„Okay I see where you are coming from but drinking at 3:40pm is embarrassing." I got up and wrapped an arm around his shoulder; „let's get you out of here. You gotta be with your wife"

„She isn't my wife yet."
„Does that matter? She will be in less than 5 months"
He mumbled something I didn't get and honestly didn't care enough about to ask again.

***

Amaya POV

Nick had plated another beautiful breakfast in bed before he went to work this morning. He tried so hard to make up since our last fight that I wasn't mad about it anymore.

Something had been up with him even days before our fight, but I didn't knew what it was and he tried to hide it as good as he could. He kept taking me out on dates for the past days; we went shopping, to expensive restaurants, on morning walks drove trough the night. He really tried.

So obviously I'd been more than exited to jump into his arms as I heard the keys and our heavy door falling open. But just as I walked trough the doorframe I could already smell whiskey, smoke and , not again, vanilla cigars.

A step around the corner explained everything. Nick hang on Vince's shoulder, visibly drunk and exhausted. „What happened", I closed my hands around is face and tried to look into his eyes, which fell closed every 3 seconds.

„He-"
„He's obviously drunk yeah. Why do you take him to a bar for lunchtime? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Nick immediately fell quiet and looked in me in something that resembled shook as well as anger;
„What the fuck, I didn't take him anywhere. He called me as he was already drunk so I picked him up and brought him here"

Oh shit. I pressed a dry: „Thank you", over my lips.
No need to apologize for a misinterpretation, he's was an asshole (and I was just too stubborn).
„Sorry Vince for attacking you", he said in a mocking tone. „Don't you think attacking is a "little bit" exaggerated?"

He stepped closer to me. So close his scent surrounded me like he'd pulled me into his chest and wrapped his hands around me. Disgusting.

„Don't YOU think I deserve an apology maya?", his voice almost vibrated. It reminded me of the man hanging down his shoulder right now and that scared me.

„I'm sorry, it's  just.. you would've been responsible for that in Highschool"
„we aren't in Highschool anymore maya", he was still so close. It felt like I could hear his heartbeat.

The next second Nick threw up. „Well I rarely spent time with you, thank god. So I can't judge whether you changed or not",  I said and tried to lift Nicks arm on my shoulder.

His Tone changed as he asked silently; „he didn't tell you?"
„Whatever you mean no he did not tell me. He barely tells me anything." Holding Nick must've been visible hard for me, because instead of replying I took an „I got him" for him as he wrapped Nicks arm around his shoulders again and carried him to our bathroom.

In the meantime I cleaned up the floor, before walking into the bathroom. Vince stood infront of Nick and wiped his mouth with a wet wipe.

„Thank you, honestly.", I said so quite I could barely hear myself. But he must've because he regarded me with a distant nod, before carrying my boyfriend to our bed.