Ride or Die - An MB FanFic [Sequel to (N)JAD] [Discontinued]

Chemistry

To give you a little update on the life of me, I am no longer sick. But school starts on the 20th...

NOOOOOOO!!! 

ANTYWAYS....

ENJOYY! 

Side Note: I apologize if this is crappy :( 

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::Deanna's POV:: 
{Home}
(4:57 P.M.) 

I stared at my phone and took a deep breath. 

I couldn't just stand Princeton up....

I would never be able to live that down. 

But since I had a plan to carry out, I was gonna call and cancel. I took a deep breath and picked up my phone, unlocking it and dialing Princeton's number. It didn't ring for long. 

"Dee?" 

"Uh yeah..." I said, crossing my legs as I played with my hair. I don't know why I'm so nervous. 

"What's up?" 

"I have to cancel tonight..." 

"Oh."  

Silence.

"I'm sorry Jacob..." 

"It's fine. Why though?" 

"Something came up...you wouldn't understand." 

"Why wouldn't I?" 

"You just wouldn't." 

"Did someone die?"

Not yet. 

"No."

"Is someone in the hospital?" 

Not yet... 

"No, Jake." 

"Then what happened?" 

"I have to do something for work. And it has to be tonight." 

"Whatever." 

"We can try for tom-" 

"See you around, Deanna." 

I took the phone from my ear as I blinked in shock. He hung up on me. 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, running my fingers through my hair as I stood up and went over to my closet with my phone still on my hand.  I still had to call Ray. 

[DrLoon101]: Are we on?

Or not.

[SwagLikeDomo]: If you're picking me up. :) 

[DrLoon101]: See you at 6:30 then :) 

[SwagLikeDomo]: Where are we going? 

[DrLoon101]: A place next to a place next to that building on that street. :p 

[SwagLikeDomo]: -_- 

[DrLoon101]: :) dress casual 

[SwagLikeDomo]: Why are you so difficult?! 

[DrLoon101]: Because easy is no fun... ;) 

[SwagLikeDomo]: Freak 

[DrLoon101]: Maybe. ;) 

I shook my head and put my phone down, padding off to the bathroom to get ready. 

* 

I took a long, hot shower and towel dried my hair, combing it out and curling it. I had on a black v-neck, ripped jean shirts, and white doc marten ankle boots. I looked cute if I say so myself. And I do. 

The bell rang at 6:30 on the dot and I opened the door to see Ray with a white shirt, and black jeans tucked into a pair of black high tops, his brown belt and shoe-laces matching. 

[A/N: like on the J-14 poster. I know I'm not the only one that has it! Lol]

He smiled, checking out my outfit. "We're matching. Cute." 

"Yeah, well." I said, walking past him. 

We got into the car and he pulled out, but it was still dead silent. 

"What's going on?" 

I sat back, looking at him. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean that you don't seem happy." 

I sighed. "I guess I just feel bad for canceling on Princeton." 

"He'll be iight." 

"Ray!" 

"Well..." He shrugged, glancing at me. "Maybe it's for the better." 

"Maybe." I mumbled, playing with the ring on my finger. 

"Why don't you find something for us to listen to? It's still kind of quiet in here." 

"Okay," I said, turning on the radio. 

Dearly beloved, if this love only exists inside my dreams...don't wake me up. 

I smiled and began to sing along. "Too much light in this window, don't wake me up." 

"Only coffee, no sugar, inside my cup." 

I looked at Ray, who had a smirk on his face. So he was paying attention. 

"You like Chris Brown, huh?" 

"Who doesn't?" 

He chuckled and tapped a few buttons, causing the radio to play the Fortune CD. Obviously it was on shuffle because the first song to play was Sweet Love. I bit my lip and stared at the ground as he sang along semi-quietly. 

"What's with you?" 

"I'm just not comfortable with this." 

He laughed. "Why? You don't want me to sing?" 

"Well..." 

We pulled up at a red light and he looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face. Then, he took my hand and started singing to me as the music changed. 

"Broken again
I’m down on my knees ripped apart
But I see you out there
So I’m taking these chains off my heart
I’m listening close for you
Feeling my way out the dark
I’m on my way to you
And won't nothing keep me from you." 

I began to turn red. "D-don't you have a girlfriend?" 

He just flashed a smile and went back to driving. 

I wonder what that was all about. 

* 

We pulled up at a bowling alley less than 10 minutes later. 

"Bowling?" 

"Yeah...I think it's good for friends." 

I nodded and we both got out of the car and went in to pay for a couple of games. 

"Lane 6," Ray said, handing me my bowling shoes. 

"You would think that as long as bowling alleys have been around that they can make more fashionable bowling shoes..." I mumbled to myself. Ray just chuckled and led the way to the lane, picking out a bowling ball that just so happened to be purple. I had a blue one for myself. 

We played and joked around for a bit until I noticed that he was beating me. I stood there and crosses my arms over my chest as I looked up at the scoreboard. 

LOON: 122 
DEE: 106 

"Fuck yo bowling ball," I muttered. 

"Say what?" 

"Nothing." 

He got up and nudged me. "Don't be a sore looser, Deanna." 

"I'm not a sore looser. You're just a cheater." 

"Me? Cheat? That's not cheating. This is cheating." 

He around at the workers to make sure no one was watching and picked up his bowling ball, walked on top of the railing of the lane and knocked all the pins down. 

I shook my head, laughing as he skipped his way back to me. "What the hell?" 

"Well-" 

"No walking on the railings." A worker said, walking past our lane.

"Aye man, I wouldnt have to walk if you would pay attention to when my ball gets stuck." 

"It didn't get stuck." 

"That's what you say." He pointed to a plaque on the wall. 

"What does that say?" 

The worker, who's name so happened to be John, turned around. "'The customer is always right.'" 

"Alright then, the ball got stuck. Bye now." 

Ray stuck his tongue out at John and he walked away, mumbling something about stupid teenagers. 

I just laughed more. It's not my fault that he couldn't get a better job at his age. 

"Let's just go finish this game." 

I frowned. 

"What?" 

"I'm still loosing." 

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to let you win?" 

"No." I said, walking up the the lane and getting ready to bowl. 

"Let me help you then." 

"I don't need help." 

He wrapped one arm around my waist and helped me hold the ball with the other one. "C'mon." 

I sighed. "Okay Ray." 

"1..2.." We moved forward together, swinging the ball back. "3." 

He smiled as the ball rolled down the lane and knocked all of the pins down. 

"See? Strike." 

"Yeah yeah yeah...can you let me go now?" 

"No.." He smiled again as both his arms wrapped around me. 

"Why not?" 

"Because..." 

It took me a second to realize he was leaning in. Once he did, I did too. Well until I heard my name being called. 

"Deanna?" 

Ray let me go quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

"Jacob." 

"So this is what you canceled on me for?" 

"It's not what it looks like." 

He scoffed. "Really? It looked like you were about to kiss Ponytails from here." 

"Well-" 

"Save it." 

I sighed, watching him walk out of the door. He didn't seem to be having a good day.