Wanting You - Mandy Gonzalez X Chris Jackson - COMPLETED

Prologue

Summer 2006

"Mandy, I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore."

I stopped packing away our picnic and stood shocked, this couldn't be happening. Not after last night.

"What do you mean you can't do this anymore? What about last night?" I asked him.

My head ran back towards last night. We were both sober, in our bed together, in our room, in our apartment. We were both feeling horny and let's just say, half an hour later, we were both naked and panting hard. It was both of our first times,  we both lost our virginity, Adam and I.

"I just don't feel it Mandy, I'm sorry, we're over." He packs up the rest of the stuff, takes the basket from my hand and tosses me my sweatshirt. I don't catch it and it falls to the floor in front of me. He turns and walks away from me.

"I don't get it," I called after him, "I sacrificed everything for you. I left my family in California to live in New York with you. I left collage for you, I sacrificed my education for you. I sacrificed so much for you." I saw Adam turn around, to face me again and I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around him. "I love you Adam, I know I didn't say it yesterday. I'm sorry it's taken me three years to realise that. But I really do." I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.

He pushed me away from him, just before my lips touch his. "Mandy I can't. I'm so sorry for last night. But this morning I realised we weren't meant to be." Tears streamed down my face.

"Three years of sacrifice, three years where I always put you first, and this is what you do to me. What do I do? Where do I go? I have nowhere to go. I have nothing except my clothes here. I can't go back to California, my job is out here now."

"You'll find somewhere Mandy, just pick up your things by the end of the day. I'll leave you some cash in an envelope on the counter." He turned and walked towards our apartment. Well his apartment now. I ran in the opposite direction, heartbroken.

Three years and this is want I get. I run and run as far away from him as fast as I can.

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"Excuse me? Are you alright?" He hear a deep male voice, what I assume is in my head. I slowly flutter my eyes open and see this dark skinned man above me. My first though is 'he looks hot'.

I shake my head to get the thought out of my mind. I look around confused as to where I was. I notice that I'm on the floor in the middle of the park, blood dripping from my knees. I must have fallen and cut myself and blacked out. "Um no. I'm not alright." I break down, sobbing into the grass as I remember that I've just been dumped by my boyfriend of three years.

"Here, take my hand, I'll help you. Let's go to that bench over there and get you cleaned up." He held his hand out towards me and looked down at me.

I look up into his sparkling eyes, as I put my hand in his. I feel a strong grip as he bring me to my feet. I want to hold onto his hand more, but once I'm on my feet he let's go. I smile up at him. "Thank you."

My tears fade and I get a closer look at him. He's a few inches taller than me, about 6'2 compared to my 5'9. He has black hair in tight curls. My eyes wonder to his biceps, his big strong biceps. I quickly evert my eyes when I notice him looking at me weirdly. I have to say, he's quite cute. I know I've just been heart broken, but maybe one day he'll find and fix all my broken pieces.

We arrive at the bench and he pulls a small first aid kit out his rucksack. Okay who carries a first aid kit with them? Probably most New Yorkers. It's a pretty dangerous city. He cleans up the wound and leaves it to the open air.