Work Out || Florian Munteanu x OC story

Chapter 3

(Five, four, three, two, one
Leggo! (watch me)
Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up
Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up
All this on me, so yummy, all this oh so yummy
You know you want this yummy, yummy all in your tummy)

Groaning to sounds of my alarm on my phone, that only meant one thing. I had to get my cute self out this queen sized bed and get ready for school. Not too much left to do for graduation. Good thing I had enough gas in my car. Leggings and a T-shirt was all I need, along with my braids in a bun and sneakers. Turning off the alarm, I gathered myself together. Looking like a bum for school was what everyone was gonna get from me.

Taking classes to become a physical therapist, were anything but easy. Especially taking it a second time, but being more advanced. Go back to school to become a physical therapist they said, it'll be fun they said. 8 am classes ain't no joke, yet I thought I'd be done with it all. Nope! Still taking them. Only taking three classes anyway, graduation ain't far behind. Anatomy, general chemistry 2 and biology 2.

As I made my way to the lecture hall, I saw one of my classmates walk past me. She looked happy as hell and I wanted to know why.

"Hey Layla. Why do you look so pleased?" Leaning against the brick building that held the campus library, I got her attention.

"Oh, hey Geneva. You didn't hear about class being canceled?"

"Uh nah. Was it in the- damn. The group me. I have got to turn the notifications back on." Feeling embarrassed, I checked the chat and it was true. Class had been canceled, well I'll be damned.

Waving goodbye to Layla, getting back to my car, I contemplated my next move.

Well it is 8:45, I have no others classes today. I could either run those errands I was gonna do. Talking to myself in my head, as I planned my day out accordingly, I got a message from the devil.

Jake: Are you free for lunch today? We need to discuss some things.

I know this negro did not just- cool it down Gege. Inhale, exhale, let it go. Thinking of what to respond back to him, he messaged her again.

Jake: I know you read my message, Geneva. Don't play these games. Be an adult.

That was the last straw. I winded up calling him and putting him on speaker phone.

"Nigga, what do you want?" The obvious sass coming from my voice, lack of sleep from packing up the rest of his shit last night.

This divorce was taking longer than I had planned and it wasn't making my life any easier. It caused me to have sleepless nights; not eating as much as I should've been and just tuning things out. Yet I initiated the divorce.

"Ouch. Language my love. Listen-"

"Not your love, and it's Genevieve to you and your little pile of sand you call a girlfriend. Now answer the damn question: what do you want?" The irritation was getting to me, I had to calm down somehow.

"Leave Mandy out of this please, she's not my girlfriend. Cool it with that shit. Anyway, I just think we should meet up to discuss the divorce. Say over lunch at that pizza parlor in Times Square?" He suggested with a gentle tone, I could feel the smirk on his face through the phone.

"You a whole ass child coming at me with that stank attitude. Ha! You got me twisted, thinking you can talk to me just any old kind of way."

"Are you done? Cause clearly the dude you've been running around with don't look like much either." His tone was dull and irritated.