Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 84.

"Devyn." He repeats again now sounding more sure of himself. Prior to repeating her name, a trembling vibration vigorously moved throughout his throat making his Adam's Apple apparent, but something in him or a certain someone tamed the insecurity he had with seeing her again.

Wanting to throw up, Devyn turns her head the other way with one hand covered over her mouth. She attempts to hide the uncanny feeling she has that  disabled her from succeeding a long time ago. But now that they see each other again after years of disappearance, the euphoric feeling rushes through the veins again without anything to speak, only just staring.

"Hey.." Clearing her throat again, Devyn breaks the intense staring contest. One thing she can say is that he definitely did change physically and she noticed that throughout the years whenever she saw him on the television screen living the luxury life of a musician or what the tabloids called them: black rockstars. But at this very moment, a tattoo smacked along the side of his face and his hair is slicked back into a fair sized bun with dark leather clothing sticking to his skin probably evoking him to sweat beneath it. His infamous shades rest on the table and he quickly picks them up after kicking one of the drums out of his way.

"Uh", clearing his throat Donald breaks the silence, "Yeah.." In his eyes she changed but not quite and not necessarily in a bad way. The curves that were nonexistent are finally done flourishing and she gained a few pounds but it wasn't much. He noticed the subtle wrinkles in her skin and the infamous bags she always had around her eyes. His mouth descends downward at how her hair is now tamed opposed to how she always wore it wild back then, but then again that could've been the style and no one would accept that today. Though, the thing that changed most about her was the meaning behind her eyes to him. They remain quiet without any expression, not revealing a single emotion of what's running through her head. Previously he could read her like a book, but now that sees her again he realizes he barely knows this person. His external factors may have altered too, but he doesn't think he did. Yet with this person it's the opposite. She almost looks too tamed and robotic.

"So you're the one they were talking about this whole night, huh?" Devyn makes conversation awkwardly. "They kept saying someone was coming and I asked who but their explanation always got interrupted by something." She giggles softly.

"Yeah.. I guess I am." He stretches, not knowing what else to do with himself at the moment. "I actually wasn't even supposed to be here and they got me like, sponsoring this thing I guess and I ain't even know until Derek told me. I couldn't dare turn these niggas down when they're depending on me."

"What a good citizen." Devyn spews.

"I guess.."

"Well, I guess you should get going out there. Everybody's screaming and going crazy for you.. they were doing that before they even announced you were here." Devyn states smiling gently. It seems to be no one really comes in here almost giving off hints that music is now a lost art at this school.

"Likewise." His words come across as cocky causing Devyn to raise an eyebrow at him, but it quickly falls once she exits the room hearing his footsteps falling along. Nervously, she strides in her heels not liking the idea of him wandering behind her in the fitted dress she has on. She didn't want him looking at her and despite him not wanting her again, a man's eyes will always wander and she knows that. Slowing down in her foot steps, she finds herself now walking beside him at a standard pace.

Being welcomed back into the blazing temperatures of the gym, Devyn sighs to herself wanting to go back into the hallway but she had no business of being out there really. The entire population stops in their tracks greeting and screaming towards Donald's way ignoring Devyn who walked in beside him. Bucking her eyes, she silently travels over to a table of her own, the same table no one volunteered to sit at with her during this entire night. She didn't mind though; it was quiet and secure just the way she liked things. Watching the entire class soak Donald with love is amusing to Devyn. The way they showered him in compliments and gifts he could probably easily buy with the money he earned himself from doing whatever he did in that group amuses her. The women flaunting whatever else they had left in their aging bodies to throw at him, men either being jealous or admiring him from a distance shouting encouraging words at him. The bright smile engaged on his face is a truthful one. It's tickling how they didn't exactly show the same type of appreciation they have for him now like they did back when he was here.