recognize / b.simmons

5

"i could do you so much better than he can,"

this is what replays in amaris head over and over again, bens words. words that he said with a confidence that scared amari because, well, he was right. amari was still in shock over the sex they had the night they met; it was easily in her top two, and it wasn't two.

amari sits on her couch, her legs tucked underneath her and a glass of wine in her hand. kyle had dropped her off under two hours ago, and amari practically ran inside her apartment. she didn't even give him a goodnight kiss— kyle was sure he was never going to hear from her again.

their date was cut off early. after ben and amaris reunion by the bathrooms, amari had told kyle that she wasn't feeling good, and he immediately asked for the check, which was overpriced for a meal that amari barely touched.

the car ride back to amaris house was silent and quick; she only lived a few minutes away from the restaurant. every so often, kyle would ask how she was feeling, and she'd lie. amari didn't have the heart to tell him that she just couldn't be on a date with him any longer because of somebody else.

but the thing was, kyle wasn't even bad. he was a gentleman and fine as hell. he had tattoos that amari wanted to run her hands over. kyle was tall and, ultimately, her type. but there was something about her that was pushing her away, rather than letting herself get closer. she wasn't sure why.

amari sighs, and takes a sip of her wine that was in her hand. she peered into the glass afterwards, like the drink could tell her fortune or something. if i were wine, what would i do? amari thinks. drink me. so she does.

the wine isn't helping amari either, it's just messing with her emotions. she originally poured her a glass to relax and unwind from her date, but all it's done is made her think, and she didn't want to think. amari wanted to forget and ignore.

suddenly, an idea pops into her head. she opens up her phone and goes to her messages, her thus hovering over his name.

kyle.

she chews on the inside of her cheek and weighs her options. she could text him to come over, and they could just chill. or she could apologize— but we all know that's not going to happen— and it can go back to normal.

or she can click out of his messages completely and sit here in silence.

amari choses the latter and locks her phone with a defeated sigh.

for a girl like amari, this should be easy. she should be able to text any guy and demand what she wants, and ultimately get it. right?

but this wasn't amaris world, as sad as it made her to admit. she just wished this moment in time was easier.

amari downs the last of her wine and gets up to discard her empty glass in the sink. she gets goose bumps on her exposed skin of her legs as her bare feet touch the hardwood floors of her apartment. why is it so damn cold?

she sets the glass in the sink and opens the refrigerator to look for some food. yes, she just went on a date, no she did not eat her food.

amari settles on some leftovers and dishes them up on a plate, and then puts it in the microwave. she leans against the counter as she waits, and lets her mind drift off to ben.

ben, who was 6'10 and fine too. ben, who was so caught up with her. ben, who she couldn't keep her mind off of since that one night. ben, who, with full, rightful, confidence, believes that he'd be able to handle amari; which he proved a few nights ago, if you're picking up what i'm putting down.

once again, amari weighs her options. she could text kyle and they could hang out, or—and she hated that she even considered this— she could text ben.

sweet, gentleman kyle, or big-dick ben?

the microwave beeps, signaling that her food is ready, and she takes it out.

her mind is made up.

amari goes back to her seat on the couch and rests her food on the arm rest of the seat, and picks up her phone.

she goes to her text messages and clicks on his name, but hesitates. i can't do it, she thinks. she brings and acrylic nail up to her teeth and gently bites on it.

fuck it.

amari: heyy

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A/N: WHO DO U THINK SHE CHOSE?! (this is a filler btw next chap will be better)

sorry for any errors.