dont trust bitches. [setdatrend]

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

Jeremiah's POV

10:34 AM

Jeremiah hadn't texted Y/n all morning. It wasn't like he didn't want to—he did—but he knew better than to act all pressed. He wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of thinking he was fiendin' after one kiss. Nah, he had business to handle. His phone sat on the kitchen counter as he moved around, cleaning up and knocking out some calls. But in the back of his mind, that kiss stayed on replay, her lips soft and sweet, leaving him wanting more.

12:45 PM

Setty was standing on business, though. He wasn't the type to move too fast, especially with a girl like Y/n. She was different, and that's what made him keep his distance even more. He had Tori for moments like these—someone he didn't have to worry about catching feelings for. So when his phone buzzed with a message from her asking when he was sliding through for his retwist, he figured it'd be a good way to kill time.

"Bet. On my way in a few," he replied, throwing on a hoodie and grabbing his keys. But even while driving to Tori's spot, his mind couldn't fully leave Y/n. How she smiled up at him, the way she looked him in the eye before kissing him like she actually meant it. Damn, she had him trippin', and he didn't like that.

2:20 PM

Sitting in Tori's living room, Jeremiah tried to focus while she sectioned off his hair. She was talking about something—work, drama with her homegirls, whatever—but none of it really hit. He nodded along, giving her the bare minimum to keep the convo going, but his thoughts drifted again. Y/n.

He couldn't help but compare the two. Tori was cool, but she wasn't Y/n. It was crazy how he was sitting there, getting his hair done, and all he could think about was what Y/n was doing, wondering if she was thinking about him, too. He hadn't texted her all day, but truth be told, he missed her energy. He wasn't ready to admit that out loud, though—not to Tori, not even to himself.

"Yo, you good?" Tori asked, snapping him back to the present. "You zoned out for a sec."

"Yeah, I'm straight," he mumbled, rubbing his neck. "Just thinkin' about some shit I gotta handle later."

She didn't press him on it, thankfully, just went back to twisting up his hair. But the whole time, his mind was on Y/n, wondering how long he could keep up this front before he hit her line.

-

"Setty, you want some food? I'm about to cook something real quick," Tori asked, running her fingers through the finished twists.

"Nah, I'm good," he mumbled, barely making eye contact. He stood up, checking himself out in the mirror. "I gotta bounce anyway, I got some shit to do."

Tori eyed him, picking up on his distance. "You always got shit to do," she said, half-joking but a little irritated. "You good?"

"Yeah, just busy, you know how it is," he said, brushing her off as he grabbed his jacket.