Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Four

Tiana

The drive from Anchovy to Negril, was uneventful. Throughout the entire, ride, Tristan was as silent as a lamb. I couldn't sleep, so I spent that whole ride, watching his face. I know it's creepy. When we pulled up, in front of the hotel, it was already, two o'clock in the morning. My body was numb, I could feel the fatigue settling once more, all I wanted to do was take a nap, but that had to wait....

"Oh my god! Tiana is that you?"

My head swiveled around. That voice. I caught a sight of bleached, out red hair. Chelsea. Never thought I would see her again. She has changed a lot. She was dressed in a white and black uniform... which hugged her curves.

Her bleached out red hair was pulled back in a messy bun. She flashed, me a smile, which showed off her pearly whites. Her eyes shifted to Tristan who was looking as handsome as ever.

His messy hair, cascades down his shoulders... his black t-shirt stretched, across his sculpted chest, his tight black jeans showed off his strong thighs and buttocks. Chelsea's mouth hangs open. She was practically drooling. Tristan pockets his phone, he rakes his fingers through his hair. She has completely forgotten about me. She slides back behind the desk.

"G-Good day, how may I help you?" She stutters.

"I called earlier to book a room."

She licked her lips. Disgusting. She has no class whatsoever. Some people never change. Back in high school, she was my love rival. At first she was my friend, but then after that day out in the rain. When Taylor helped me out with my books, she suddenly changed on me. She stopped walking with me, and started hanging with other people. I shook my head. I won't allow myself, to think about my messed up high-school life. That chapter of my life is over. I am not that person anymore. Am a strong, beautiful black woman.

Tristan stared, at her blankly. I hated the way she was looking at him. Tristan is mine! I gritted my teeth. Chelsea reached for the book on the desk.

She skipped, through the pages clumsily. "Your name please."

"Osaris."

"Ahhh Mister Osaris!" She smiles. "..... yes your room is ready for you. How long will you be staying?"

"Two days." He replied.

She jotted something down in the book, before closing it. Chelsea clears her throat. She pushed, the room key across the desk. Tristan picked it up gingerly.

".... also if you need anything else, please don't hesitate... just give me a call." Her gaze skims over him once more. She puckered, her lips at Tristan.

I clutched my bag straps, tightly. How dare she! The nerve of that.... ugh! Tristan's lips twitched, he slings his bag over his shoulder. How can he not be bothered?

"Come on Tiana." He said.

Chelsea mouth drops open, in shock. I waved at her, stalking behind Tristan. Of all the people to run into. It had to be her. Tch. We strode through the lobby.

I've never been to an hotel before. Jesus it was extravagant. A chandler hangs in the very center of the lobby. Red and gold rugs covered the floor. A couple couches sat in the corner of the room. There was a sliding door, leading to the pool outside. Wow! I will have to try that tomorrow. Tristan and I stepped into the elevator.

"A friend of yours?" Tristan asked, pressing the second floor button.

I leaned against the elevator bars. "Nope. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. She did call your name, the moment you stepped into the lobby."

"I attended high-school with her, yes I admit that, but we were never friends. I was just a means to end." The elevator beeped as it ascends.

"When was the last time, you spoke to Cathy?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Couple weeks ago, I think. Where did that question come from?"

"Martha is worried about her."

I frowned. "Um... why would Martha be worried? I'm sure Cathy is fine."

"No... Cathy is the opposite of fine. She hasn't been eating. Also she has completely closed herself off from this world. You need to give her a call."

"No, there is no need for me to call her."

"Why?"

"No reason. I'm sure Cathy will be fine. When I get back to New York, I'll deal with her." The elevator dinged.

Tristan sighed, hoisting his duffle bag over his shoulder, we both exited the elevator.

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