second heartbeat. [bryson tiller story]

chapter 3

8:30 pm

[Voicemail]

Me: Hey.. um, it's me again. I.. I don't know where you are, or what your'e doing but I've been out here waiting on you for almost an hour. If you get here, and I'm not here I'll be in the restaurant. Pleasee call me back.

I have been sitting at the fountain waiting for Darren for almost 40 minutes. I texted him 3 times to let him know that I've been here for awhile, but no respond figures. I decided to leave him a voicemail and go to the restaurant instead, and wait. I really pray that he has a good explanation on why he's late.

Once I got to the restaurant, I waited in line to get a table.

"Table for one?" The hostess asked.

"For two, I'm actually waiting for someone." I said, I watched her as she checked for tables that were available.

"Right this way," She said as she grabbed two Menu's and I followed her to the table. "Your waiter will be with you shortly."

"Thank you." I smiled, as she walked away. I checked my phone again, but still nothing from Darren. I feel like a complete idiot, I know he's not going to show up, I just know it.

Darren's pov

My fingers ran softly up and down her thighs at the same time my lips placed kisses all over her jawline and down to her neck finding her sweet spot and gently sucking on it causing moaning to escape her mouth. Her hands made their way to my hair as she arched her back, both of us craving each other's touches and becoming closer. She removed her hands from my hair and grabbed my T-shirt and removed it from my body leaving me in just my boxers.

I removed my hands from her thighs and made their way to her cheeks, cupping them as her lips moved hastily along with mine. I then released my hands from her face and found their way to the bottom of her shirt, tugging it and pulling it over her head. I then made my way to the top of her jeans unbuttoning them and soon enough they were off of her body and thrown on to the floor.

My fingers made traces all over her body as she was planting kisses on my neck and I was loving every second of it. It wasn't until I reached my hand far up her thigh and into her underwear when my phone started ringing. Again.

"Darren, your phone." she said.

"Its fine, it'll go to voicemail." I said as I continued to plant kisses on her neck.

"Darren" she said pushing me off her of her and sitting up looking for her pants that were tossed somewhere onto the floor.

"What? What is it?" I said looking confused.

"I can't- I can't do this" She responded suddenly feeling guilty. he picked up her jeans that were found on the other side of the room and putting her leg through each hole pulling them up her short legs. She then found her shirt and put it over her head and fixing what was now sex hair.

"I don't get it , I thought this was what you wanted?" I said still sounding a little confused as I focused on looking for my shirt.

"I did want it.. I mean I do. Its not you, its me, I just can't do this right now." She said, I could tell she was lying.

"Right.. its because of Drew isn't it?" I asked looking up at her. That's when I realized what I was getting myself into. Camilla.

I've known Camilla since sophomore year, she wasn't exactly the popular girl. She was quiet, awkwardly small, and a girl who loved band, and had only a few friends and failed physics. Sophomore year we ended up having a few classes together which we sat together and we became friends shortly afterward. We would hang out, outside of school almost every weekend and one day I ended up kissing her. We remained friends and talked regularly but never brought up the kiss. A month later I got with a totally different sophomore, Drew. The girl I've had a crush on since grade school, was finally mine and I didn't care about anything else. Ever since then me and Camilla been talking on the low like a couple, but we weren't because I was with Drew. I kept telling her I didn't want to be with Drew and I'll end things with her. Its a year later and nothing has happened.

I pulled my phone out of my jean pocket, I checked my phone and saw all these messages from Drew. Fuck! I forgot I was suppose to meet her for this damn anniversary dinner. I played both of her voicemail's and read all of her texts.

"Darren.. Look. I can't keep doing this, I just wish things can go back to the way they were. Before Drew, before everything. Every time you two have a fight, who do you run too? You say you want to be with me, but you have yet to prove it too me." Camilla said, grabbing my belongings.

I grabbed her hand, "Cam."

"Goodbye, Darren." She said.

I shook my head okay, as I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my car keys off of her dresser. I took my stuff out of her hands and exited the bedroom. What the hell did I get myself into?

*
Drew's pov

9:43 pm

"Excuse me Ms? We close at 10, and I noticed you haven't ordered anything since you've been here. Would you like something to-go?" A middle-aged Chinese lady came up and asked, I'm assuming she was the manager or the owner.

"Umm, no it's fine. I was just waiting on my boyfriend." I said, looking down at my phone. I grabbed my purse, and stood up from the table.

"I'm very sorry your boyfriend didn't show." She said, I could hear the sympathy in her voice.

"It's fine. He never does." I said, getting all choked up. I walked away before I started crying.

I went outside, and began walking. Where I parked Ashlyn's car was pretty far, so I took off my heels as I walked the rest of the way.

Flashback

Just a normal day hanging with my boy. When I got to his house, he pulled me into a hug and dragged me to his bedroom. He went over to the tv and put Madden inside of the play station and handed me a controller. As I was about to sit down he ran and slid underneath where I was falling. I ended up on his lap, his arms wrapped around mine so he could use his controller in front of me. My arms being shorter were inside his; I'm pretty sure y'all know what happened... He beat me in Madden, if course!

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