Trill Paradox (A Mindless Behavior Story)

27- Professional.

- Jacob.

            Have you ever seen somebody that you haven't seen in a while, and believe that you're seeing a ghost?

            That's the only way I could describe seeing Gloriselle again. She was beautiful before, but beauty seems to prosper with each and every day she wakes up. Her silky, dark hair cascaded past her breasts. Her curvy upper body hid beneath her black leather coat whilst her toned legs and shapely hips contoured her distressed white jeans. She looked at me with those almond-shaped light eyes of hers. Her expression and the raise of both her arched eyebrows had mocked her pure and utter surprise to see me in person again. Her pouty lips curved before breaking through as a toothy smile.

            "Jake..." Gloriselle gasped slightly. Her construction Timberlands clacked against the concrete pavement of the Square. She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. My first instinct was to place my arms around her waist. The smell of her Calvin Klein perfume and the use of Garnier shampoo in her hair enshrouded my nose. Her head buried into the crook of my neck. "I can't believe I'm seeing you again!"

            I couldn't reply back because I was still trying to process the fact that I was back in the presence of the Ethiopian sweetheart I once called my girlfriend. Everyone always has a soft spot for their first love; seeing Gloriselle was like a breath of fresh air mixed with the feeling of home. All I could do was stare at her once she stopped hugging me.

            Her face scrunched in confusion. "Jacob? You look like you've seen a ghost." She laughed. Still speechless, I failed to reply back. My thoughts seemed to speak faster than my lips could. My feelings were overboard; I was ecstatic, yet baffled that she was here.

            "Hey." I managed to get out of my mouth. "Damn, it's been a while."

            Gloriselle nodded. "Agreed! I haven't seen you since I moved to San Francisco. How have you been?"

            "I've been fine. Just getting used to being in a new setting," I replied, shrugging indifferently. "Living in here is completely different from LA, you know?"

            "Tell me about it. The scene isn't the same. I can't even tell you the last time I've been in South Central." She said, shaking her head. "But enough about me; you wanna go get something to eat?"

            "Sure." Gloriselle held out her hand to me. I smiled, cupping my hand on top of hers. I looked down at our hands. We fit perfectly. Her hands were cold, and I could tell that she wasn't used to the weather. Typical California girl, I thought to myself chuckling slightly.

            The light posts around the campus had finally came on as we walked, eliminating the darkness and filling it with a golden hue. The light shone on Gloriselle's caramel-toned skin. It was hard to see it before, but I noticed that she had a tattoo above her wrist. It looked as if it was a rose with someone's name in it.

            "You got a tattoo?" I asked, surprised. She smiled sheepishly, looking down at it before nodding. "Your strict ass mother let you get a tattoo?"

            A chuckle escaped her lips. "Yeah. I swindled her out of it."

            "How?"

            "I told her that if I wasn't allowed to get it, I'd stay back in South Central and prostitute until I found a place." Gloriselle began laughing hysterically. I didn't really find it to be funny, but I allowed myself to let out a small chuckle. "My mom reacted the same way you just did!"