A Story To Tell | Book 2

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:::KEIRA:::

I'd just finished season one of True Blood, about to hook me up some lunch when Chris had walked through the door, looking as if his life was in shambles.

I had just then remembered that he had to go and talk to his boss hours ago. From the looks of it on his face, things didn't go too well. I wasn't going to bother him about it because I knew that he probably didn't want to talk about it at all, so I just walked over to the bed and started to make it up since I hadn't done much since he's been gone.

"Let me tell you something." Chris had opened his mouth to speak. I looked back at him watching him as he put his hands on his hips. "Why the fuck are women so damn complicated? One minute, they're all in love with you, then the next, they don't give a fuck about you?" I looked at him as if he should already know that answer considering that he was born a female, but then decided against that thought because really, Chris wasn't a woman. He was just trapped in a woman's body. He was clueless.

"What do you mean?" I ask him as I finished putting the bed together.

"Okay, so India beats my ass. Then today, she wants to say that if I would've been honest with her, she would've considered, but I fucked it all up. Then when we went into the office to talk to Newman, she basically confessed to Newman that she beat my ass and she should be punished. Like, what the fuck is wrong with her?" He shook his head and removed his hands from his hips and walked over to the refrigerator with a confused look on his face.

"Well, why aren't you happy? Did you at least get to keep your job?" I asked.

"I did. But India was fired. Now, I have to interview other employees who'd applied for the assistant manager's position." He shook his head. "Why did she want me to keep my job so bad when she basically beat my ass and then acted as if I broke her heart earlier?" Thinking about it myself, I got a little jealous that this India chick was feeling some type of way about Chris. I had erased any jealous thoughts I may have gathered up about this girl from my mind quick, realizing that I was wrong for even feeling that way when Chris is clearly my baby's father's best friend.

"Do you like her still?" I was curious.

"I don't know." Chris said as he shut the fridge door, empty-handed. "I mean, I was starting to feel something. But the moment I'd just blurted out that I was a girl, it was like she was out to kill me. And the fact that she tried to beat me silly, I kind of just lost it. But just realizing how bad I'd actually hurt her, I see that I can't blame her for the way she's feeling. I lied to her." Hearing that, the jealousy started to come back.

"You shouldn't worry about her. If it was meant to be, it would've been, regardless if you'd hid it from her or not." I say, hoping my words would turn him away from feeling some type of way about India. "Besides, I know your secret and you didn't find it quite hard to tell me about it. And did I judge you?" I asked him, sitting on the bed.

"I mean, I told you because I trust you. It was the least that I could do when you trusted me and told me what was going on with you." He looked away and started opening up a few cabinets.

"Still...you told me." I say, feeling a little upset at realizing that Chris probably didn't like me as much as I thought he may have at one point. He nodded and started pulling out boxes of mashed potatoes and hamburger helper and other food boxes.

"It ain't shit in here to eat, man." He shook his head. "You wanna go out to eat for lunch or something?" I could feel him looking my way so I looked up and met eyes with him.

The tight anger mixed with confusion he'd held on his face since he'd walked through the door had then changed to a softer unit. We were so locked into each others' eyes that we hadn't even noticed Bruce step through the door.