Y/N's POV
"Beep Beep" my car went indicating it was unlocked. I opened the door, the moon light reflecting on it giving the door a sleek look.
You get inside, your butt making contact with the cold leather chair, you shiver. You hurriedly put the car key in the key slot. The bright lights came on, the car purred to life.
You search your jacket in desperation for your iPhone. You frantically tap in contacts then tap on Khayman's caller I.D.
In rang.... and rang.... and rang. Then to voice mail.
You sit back on your chair, already starting to give up. You hands grip the steering wheel with frustration.
"Where could he be?" You said.
Then an invisible light bulb appeared on top of your head.
The track..
He always go there to excersize. It's worth a shot.
With they you put the car into reverse and backed out of the drive way.
It was a 5 minute drive to the track. You scan the abandoned track for a particular light skinned giant.
You kept looking until you see him.
You exhale out if relief. He's here!
You take a turn to the empty parking lot, parked you car, and got out of it.
You ran to the benches where Khayman was sitting at. Damn I need to run more, my legs are already trembling and burning.
Khayman's POV
Man, I don't know what to do.
I thought taking a breather would help calm me down, but I still feel tense.
My nose flare out of anger.
Why would Y/N's ex call her... At 10 o clock too? That's just iffy. Nigga is desperate then if he's calling to win her back, after a year.
And I really loved Y/N. No not loved... I still love her. But saving your ex's number and not telling me... That's low. I don't know if I should break up with her or let her apologize, take a break or what.
My thoughts are interrupted as I heard foot steps and panting. I looked up and it's Y/N herself.
Narrator's POV
Y/N and Khayman made eye contact. Then Y/N started to walk towards Khayman. Khayman not sure if he wanted to see her. Also wondering how'd she know he'd be here.
Y/N grabbed Khayman's large hands into hers. She sat down next to him on the bleachers.
"H-hi.." Y/N said.
Khayman looked down at his worn out pants. A long silence erupts. He still let her hold his hand.
"I'm sorry-(GCO)" Khayman cuts her off.
"You know... Your ex is a very pleasant guy. No wonder you probably still talk to him behind my back, huh?" He said.
"It's not-(GCO)" Khayman still talks over Y/N.
"And you didn't even talked to me about it. You said you didn't want anything to do with the nigga... Yet he calls ya up at 10 at night" he says removing his hand from your grasp.
"I-" Khayman isn't letting you explain.
"You thought that I didn't know you weren't actually sleeping... I ain't stupid.. you heard everything.. And you didn't start explaining shit right then and there"
Before you could get interrupted you halted any sound erupting from his mouth by covering his mouth.
"Damn, let me talk! I DIDN'T know Jamal had my number. I'm SORRY I didn't start explaining right then and there. Please forgive me!"
Khayman searches Y/N's eyes for dishonesty and he found none. So he wrapped is arms around Y/M's waist and engulfed her into a hug. He released his grasp and pecked her lips softly.
"Your ex got problems"
THE END
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