The Professor

Chapter 18- The Professor

Chapter 18

"The one you work at, Bryant?" Barbra asks in disbelief.

"U-uh, yes mom, the one I work at." He says, giving her the truth.

I feel like I'm going to throw up, literally I'll throw up right now. "Awh, that's cute, it's like one of those stories you sometimes hear." Layla says, everyone turns their head towards her.

I look at Bryant in disbelief, he looks pretty surprised from what she just said. But his mom, Barbra, does not look happy at all. "That's very unprofessional, Bryant."

I feel Bryant tense up. "Mom, can we not do this here?" He asks her, I keep my head down at my hands, not making eye contact with anyone.

Layla leans towards me. "She doesn't understand the meaning of love, she hasn't felt it in a while." She whispers into my ear.

She hasn't felt it in a while? I wonder where Layla and Bryant's father is then. Did he pass away or leave?

"Clarence, let's go, we're not staying." He states, getting up out of his seat.

His mom doesn't say anything, she just glares at him with that mother type of look when she's pissed. "Bye Bryant and bye Clarence, it was nice meet you." Layla says.

I get up out of my seat and push it back in. "It was nice meet you too, and you Barbra." I give them a small smile.

"You've lost the respect to call me by my first name, so that's Ms. Johnson to you now." She states with a little anger in her voice.

Well, she just lost all respect for me.

"Come on." Bryant states, taking my hand and leading me out of the restaurant and out on the streets. "I'm sorry that didn't go too well."

"No I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was the one who made that happen." I say because that's basically the honest truth.

"No Clarence, she would've founded out anyways." He states. "She's smart, she's not dumb."

I laugh quietly. "Well, still. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." He says. "And you know what? Let's go get some food, you must be starving."

I'll take that offer because I am really hungry seeing how I haven't rated anything all day. I was so nervous about going to dinner that I forgot to care for myself.

The dark sky thunders and soon enough it's pouring. Bryant and I are practically soaked as we run through the streaks of the city. It's like the first day I met him, I was trying to find food and it started raining. But it's different because we're with each other.

We finally spot a little diner and run inside there, our clothes are dripping with water on the floor as we make our way to a booth. "You picked a good night wear white." Bryant says, laughing while smirking at the same time.

I look down at my shirt. Oh my god. My laced black bra is showing right through my white shirt. I glare at him and smack him on the shoulder. "Eyes up here buddy." I say pointing towards my face.

"Ouch, you've got a hard hit." He says, while he looks at the menu.

"I bet that's what Tim thought last night." I jokingly say, bringing my hand up to my face. My hair is wet, my mascara is running, and my foundation has probably gotten washed off by the rain. So, my bruise is probably showing now.

"He won't touch you again, I won't let him." He states, making me feel safe like he made me feel last night.

My phone buzzes, i curiously take it out of my purse, looking at the caller ID. Dad. My smile turns to a frown. "You okay?" Bryant asks.

I decline the call and put my phone back into my purse. I look up and smile. "You know Bryant, we don't know everything about each other yet."

He raises a brow and tilts his head. Should I tell him about my mother and father? Can I trust him? I know I trust him, but I'm not ready to say anything yet.