Cheyenne has been in love with her brother's best friend, Mateo, for years. Despite the forbidden nature of their attraction, all it takes is one accidental text to reveal her feelings. Now she's finally with the man of her dreams, but is he willing...
not y'all clocking Cheyenne's tea in the comments. I love y'all! lmao, but after this chapter, we're gonna let it all marinate.... Cool? cool😩 ——
Portland, Oregon.
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I was still mad about this shit.
After last night, I was hoping things would be normal again.. The feeling in my heart remained the same, and my mind was racing.
I needed a break from.... this relationship, it wasn't about getting my lick back anymore; I was hurt.
"Do you like this shirt babe?" Chey questioned, holding up a sweater, we decided to do some shopping before our dinner reservations tonight she booked. We were currently in Hollister, but she could tell I'd been out of it all day.
"Yeah, that's nice mama.. You should get it." I said as she furrowed her brows, tossing the shirt over her arm and moving to the next aisle.
I was really just ready to pack up and go back to Seattle, but I booked the room until Sunday afternoon, and I knew it was gonna take a while to get my money back.
I followed her around before eventually leaving her in the store alone, sitting on the bench I rested my head in my hands. My chest felt like it was tightening, I rubbed my eyes ridding them of the tears that were forming, I hate that feeling of cryin', but I put my all into shit like this and I don't like being hurt especially by someone that I love so deeply.
"Fuck." I muttered, sitting up straight I pulled my phone from my pocket and acted as if I were busy until she came out.
"Where'd you go? I wanted you to see the jeans I got." She pouted as I stood, wrapping her arm around mine as we walked, I guess she could feel my energy but I shook my head.
"I'm just tired mama, what time was the reservation?"
"It was at seven-"
"Cancel it... We can order room service and chill, pack up for tomorrow." I said as she stopped in her tracks.
"Are you sure? I mean... I already ordered the wine and everything-"
"Yeah, I'm sure, they'll refund you and I'll give you money for the bottle.. I'm just not in the mood to sit in a dim ass restaurant when I have a lot on my mind already." I said trying not to become upset all over again, she simply nodded, not saying a word as we walked to the food court.
She ordered herself a cinnamon bun, and I got some ice cream from the Baskin Robbin's counter.
I'm ready to go back to Seattle, this vacation was bullshit.
