In Love with Pyscho(Sequel to Pyscho)

Chapter 4.

Rochelle's POV;

I shuffled nervously in my seat, awaiting his answer. Chresanto cleared his throat, and let out a low chuckle. "I always knew there was something you were holding back." he said, his voice a little shaky. I chewed on my bottom lip, and started picking off my bright yellow nail polish, that went perfectly with my plain white sundress. He sat back in his chair, and began his tale.

"Well, when I was a senor in highschool , me and my friends were headed home from my last football game. We were all having fun, you know chilling, then it started raining. Terribly. I remember telling my friend, he needed to loosen up a bit. He started tripping ever since we started senor year. I think , the realization of what comes after high school hit him.-Thank you." he thanked our waitress ,as she set our plates in front of us. The aurma of my enchillida made my stomach growl, but I pushed it off . My curiosty got the best of me . "Me and my boys favorite song came on, and we all couldn't help but sing. But, I shouldn't have convinced Jacob to loosen up. He had a hard time concentrating sometimes."

No . Maybe he's talking about another Jacob. But , they're stories are so similar. "Then what happened?"

"We got into an accident . It was terrible. I have to admit, it wasn't Jacob's fault entirely. It was a drunk driver, he was going the wrong way. But, Jacob still should have paid attention. He was driving for damn sakes! "

"But, I thought everyone in that accident died."

"No, only Rayquan and Jacob." Did he just say Jacob was dead?

"Jacob's not dead. What makes you think he was dead?"

"He wasn't in the hospital when me , and Craig woke up. Ray was there, in body but not spirit, but Jacob was gone. The car was in pretty bad shape, so I just supposed Jacob's body burned, like the driver's side of the car." He took a sip of his wine, and then looked at me with a puzzling look, "How do you know so much about the crash? How do you know who Jacob is?"

What am I suppose to say? 'Oh, Jacob is my pyschopathetic boyfriend , who's in a mental intistution , and he told me the story after he murdered my best friends.' Uh, no.

"I read about it, and Jacob's been on the news countless times. I guess the crash , kind of made him go a little coo-coo." I crossed my eyes, and let out a little snort. Which, I utimately, regret doing after I'm done. He smiled , sheepishly, at my geeky-iness .

After dinner, Santo escorted me to his Blue Mustang . I slid down on the cool, black, leather seats and sighed. Thoughts, had a hay day in my mind. I twirled my thumbs, trying to avoid the awkwardness within the car.

This was Jacob's old friend. The one he thought had died , and another is still alive! I have to tell Jacob. I have to!

"You have to what?" Chresanto asked me, his eyes full of concern. I have to learn to just think things.

"Uhh, record the next episode of Scandal." I lied through my teeth, and gladly he believed it .

"I love that show ." he smirked, not taking his attention from the road. I stared at him for awhile, and thought about the feelings I had towards him. I like Chres , I do. He's strong, independent , from what I know, loyal , smart, and goal driven. That's every woman's perfect man, but he doesn't have my heart. It's Princeton who does . As crazy as it sounds . His good heart, peppy attitude , the way he protects me like I'm a jewel, and how he looks at me. Oh, the way he looks at me , like I'm the most important thing in the world .

That no other woman, will take that space in his heart. Oh Jacob, why me? Suddenly, my phone rang and I screwed my face up at the Caller ID . Santo must have saw my reaction , so he stared at me with concern. "Hello?" I asked, with a little confusion in my voice .

A/N; Do you readers think that Rochelle should move on, or what for Princeton? Mm.

And MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE! I can never sleep on Christmas Eve , so I'll be writing all night !

-Janay 🍄