After You... (1st Draft)

Chapter 3 - Milk

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                                                 Chapter Three - Milk

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I stilled. Suddenly I found myself scrambling off the sofa, hands in my hair, panic in my eyes as if I'd just been caught in the act as a teen by my parents. Or maybe that's what it felt like to be mortified rather than panicked. I was more panicked right now. If he was to burst through that door, I would most definitely be mortified. 

A quick look in the kitchen placed Kibbie there wiping down plates with her back to me. I hastily looked around; I even pathetically took a quick swipe down my length to check my appearance. What the hell? My appearance? I mean, why should I even care what I looked like? He was not going to see the inside of that door, I would make sure of it, and on a crest of anxiety I quickly texted him to stop him making any kind of move. He couldn't come up. He just couldn't. This was my space, he had no right to even attempt to invade it against my instruction. I managed a quick text. It simply read;

Me - Fri @22:59

Don't even think about it.

 

Darius - Fri @22:59

Bree...

 

Me - Fri @ 23:00

I mean it. Kibbie's here.

His response was swift. Two quick texts in the same minute.

 

Darius - Fri @23:00

I see.

 

Darius - Fri @23:00

And if she wasn't...?

My eyebrow rose. Wow Darius...

 

Me - Fri @ 23:01

...I'd still want you to leave. What kind of time do you call this?

 

Darius - Fri @ 23:02

All I'm asking is that you see me. Please Bree. Or I'm serious, I'll come up.

 

Me - Fri @23:02

You. Are. NOT. Coming up. I told you, Kibbies here.

 

Darius - Fri @ 23:03

Then u know what to do. I'm here, Bree. Meet me.

I took in a long hard breath. It seared right through me. What was wrong with him? Everything I was saying was going in one ear and out the other.

You know, if there was one thing about him I always noticed, it was that he was always persistent. If he wanted something he always went for it. No matter what. Always.

Even me.

 

Me - Fri @ 23:04