If I Only Knew

Chapter two

Derricks POV
July 20, 2013:

Exhausted I get home, toss my keys in the the counter and flop on the bed. It's 1:25 am. I left at 12:30 but that dumb dog refused to walk out the door. I slip into some sweatpants and a tee shirt and attempt to get some sleep. I toss and turn all night, unable to get Nicole out of my head. I can't decide if I should call her in he morning or not. "She's married!" I tell myself "you can't fall for a married woman!" Some how I convince myself to do it. With my mind at ease I eventually fall asleep around 4:00.

It's about 10:30 when I finally wake up. I must have been really tired last night. I shower, get dressed and drive over to feed Jack. When I get home it's 11:00 so after a lot of convincing I decide to call Nicole and ask if she wanted to meet me for lunch (as a friend of course) I dig the piece of paper out of my shorts from last night and dial the number.

"Hey Nicole it's Derrick from las-"

"NICOLE WHO IS THAT?!"
Another voice, deep and gruff and definitely not Nicole's rings into my ear. I am about to say something when it is her again.

"Sorry I can't talk right now" she said as she quickly hung up.

Weird... Just then I get a text from John "hey wanna hit up subway for lunch?" I'm not really in the mood to hang out with anyone, I just want to talk to Nicole. I can't explain it but it's just like... She gets me.. Butter then my friends do and I know I just met her yesterday but.. I don't know it's just a feeling. After a while though I decide to go.

It's a really nice day out so I decide to walk there, it's not that far. It's really sunny, not a cloud in the sky. There's a nice little breeze coming from the north that makes it feel like spring little breeze that made it feel like spring. I can smell the roses and tulips and other flowers from the floral shop down the road. I always love to stop in front of the store and just stand there and smell the flowers. My favorite is lilacs but they bloom in the spring.

I turn the corner to find John sitting at a table just outside the restaurant with two subs in his hand.

"One for me and one for you" he says as I sit down taking the sub out of his hand.

"Thanks" I say taking a bite. John has been my best friend since high school. We've had some pretty crazy adventures together. He even saved my life once, but that's another story.

"So who was that girl you were talking to at the bar last night" he asks as a piece of cucumber fell from his mouth onto his lap.

"Oh that was Nicole. She's pretty cool" I reply trying not to seem too enthusiastic.

"Oh come on dude don't give me that!"

"Give you what?!" He put down his sandwich and looks at me with an annoyed expression on his face.

"That I don't care tone you get in ur voice when u don't want to talk about something. You two were talking for hours, I can tell you're crazy about her"

"Fine she's cool I guess." I look up to see him giving me the death stare.

"Fine, fine she's amazing! I can't stop thinking about her! Jeez your such a teenage girl sometimes" He laughs and takes another bite of his sandwich.

"I knew it, I knew it! You should ask her out man"

"Umm I kinda can't"

"Why not"

"Well.... She's... Married"

"What?! Dude u can't go for a married woman! That's just... like.. A rule!"

"I know I kno-" the sound of my phone ringing cut me off. I get up and walk a little bit down the street and answer.

"Hey Derrick it's Nicole. Sorry about earlier"

"It's fine. Who was that though?"

"Ummm it.. It was just my husband we got in a fight, it's all good now though, nothing to worry about" again I felt like she was lying but I decide to ignore

"Oh okay well I was just calling earlier to see if you wanted to go and get some lunch or something." I say

"Oh umm today's not good but I'll call you when I'm free and maybe we could hang out"

"Yea that sounds good"

"Okay talk to you later"

"Bye"I hang up and walk back to the table.

"Was that her??" He says with a smirk on his face

"Yes it was" I say laughing. We finish our sandwiches and walk back to Johns apartment.