Chapter 8. (Confused)
Garcia's POV:
"De..Derek, what are you doing here" Her voice was shaky. Her mouth was half open, and she just stood there, not knowing what to do. What could possibly have happened? It wasn't real, she was sure it was a dream, it had to be. He looked down, it made Garcia even more nervous. He looked at her, his disappointed face made her hurt inside. Did she say something wrong? "Garcia, do you mean you don't remember anything? Baby, I don't know what to say" Derek said. Garcia's mouth wouldn't close, and it was like her body could collapse anytime soon. "Say something Babygirl" He really meant it, but how, when? She didn't understand, it couldn't be what she thought it was. He probably just slept on the couch like last time she had had too much wine. She was sure it was a misunderstanding. "I...I don't know what to say Derek. What happened last night? Did I drink too much again?" She said. "So you don't remember the candles, wine, chocolate and you in bed with.." "Wait, what? Me in bed, how? With who? Noooo, no. It's not what happened." "Garcia, it is what happened, and I'm sorry that you can't remember it" He said. She looked down at her feet, no, it wasn't right. Did she tell him how she felt about him yesterday. She promised herself that it wouldn't get out of her mouth. She took her coat, grabbed the doorknob and ran out of her apartment, crying....
