If she knew

Chapter Seven.

                                                       *3rd person's view. Azalynne*

   "Hey?" She said looking puzzled 

"Don't 'Hey' me! I know your boyfriend is here!" He snarled at her. "I could hear you guys f*****g. You know these walls are paper thin right?" He continued looking past her waiting for some guy to walk out to see what the commotion is. 

Azalynne's jaw dropped. 'He heard me moaning? And he believes I have a boyfriend?' She thought to herself, not knowing rather to be embarrassed, laugh, or be angry that he is at her door looking like a mad man that lost a fight. 

"Ok, first of all James." She started trying not to let her emotions show. "I wasn't f*****g anyone. Sec..." He cuts her off. 

"Bullshit!"

"Fine, you don't have to believe me, nor am I going to prove myself to you, because I don't really know you." She began to shut the door. "I really thought I was into you. But if this is how you are. You can f**k off and not speak to me ever again." And slams the door in his face. 

"Who the f**k he think he is?" She said out loud. "I already told that asshole, I never had a boyfriend. Can a woman not fantasize and play with herself without being disturbed?" She said before realizing what she just said out loud. She let out a groan, knowing he heard her. "I don't even care if he heard me. f**k him." She said even louder as she sat down on her couch. 

Her afternoon nap... or daydream was out the window. She sat there fuming at what just happened. 

She ignored his knocks and pleading cries. 

"Azalynne. I know you can hear me." She heard him say from the other side. "Please let me explain myself. I feel like an ass." He continued. 

She sat still fighting with herself if she was going to let him in or not. 'Why should I? He literally accused me of something that wasn't true.' She thought. ' He was could hear me moan. That's even worse.'

Still figuring out if she should let him in or not, the knocking and his voice stopped. 'Did he finally give up?' She listened for a second longer before getting up and walking to the door. She couldn't tell if he left or not. f*****g doors didn't have a peep hole. She took a deep breath and opened the door. 

There he stood, looking ashamed. "Azalynne. Please can I come in?" He says quietly. 

"Why? So you can search my apartment to see if I'm lying?" She snapped back. 

"No." He said still looking ashamed. "I just want to apologize."

"Well?" 

"Well what?" He asked looking at her. He could see the anger and hurt in her eyes. He wanted so badly to hold her. 'Why?' Again feeling some way.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. "Apologize" She said looking away, knowing if she looked at him, she would give. 

"I'm sorry." He said turning on his heels and walking back to his apartment. 

"Ugh... James." She groaned, stepping out the door. "Come on." She uncrossed one arm directing it to her apartment.

He complies and walks in. She shuts the door behind him. 

He turns and just looks at her. Her eyes locked on his. "Azalynne. I shouldn't have been listening in on you and your..." What was the word he was looking for? "Personal time." He said. 

She walks past him and sat down on the arm of the couch, crossing her arm and legs. 

"You now its rude to listen in on someone, even ruder to go to their apartment and rage like a mad man without crack." She said back glaring at him. 

" I'm sorry. But you have to understand my side." He began to say before she cut him off.

"Your side? HA!" She snapped jumping to her feet. "You came to my apartment thinking I was f*****g some 'boyfriend' that doesn't exist. Even if I was, It's none of your business what I do inside the privacy of my home. You have no right looking past me expecting to find someone come barreling out of my room to see whats going on." She stopped to look at him. She could see the look of shame in his eyes.

 He just stood there looking at her as she went off on him. 'She's cute when she's mad.' He thought to himself. Before he could stop himself he went in for a kiss while she was beginning to talk more.

"Further mo...." 

She pulls away from him. *Smack* The sound of her slapping him in the face echoed in her half empty apartment. 

Stunned he steps back. "Ow?!" He howled in pain.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?!" She half yelled half spoke, glaring at him. 

"I...I...I'm sorry.... I don't know what came over me." He responded back while holding on to his cheek that was burning from the slap.

She felt guilty, but knew he deserved it for the way he acted. 

"I don't what you're trying to play, but I won't fall for it." She said moving away from him. 

"I'm not trying to play anything. Azalynne. I know we only met today, but there is something about you, that..." He started to say but stopped. 

She just stared at him. 'What is he trying to say?' She asked herself. 

"That? What?" She asked quietly. Still looking at him in confusion. 

"Oh, nothing. I made a fool of myself enough." He said, walking out the door before she could stop him. 

She just stared at the door, trying to figure out what he was getting at? 'I had only known this man for a day, and things are already getting strange.' She pondered to herself. "What a day B." She said, talking to the air. 

"Where are you when I need you?" She went on beginning to cry. "B, what in the world is going on? I am so lost and confused right now." She got up and walked to her room to find her phone. 

She dialed Nancy's number. She needed someone to talk to about the events that happened today. 

"Yes my second child?" She answered. 

"Nancy?" Was all she could managed to get out before the tears streamed down her face.

"Azalynne? Whats wrong?" She asked with concern in her voice. 

She told her everything that happened, from the moment she came home, to what just happened 5 minutes ago.

There was silence for a brief moment, before she kinda chuckled "Oh sweetie, sounds like you got your self a crush and the crush likes you back." 

"But how? We met today." She asked. 

"Honey, we may never know why things happen the way they do. Remember how you and Brian clicked instantly?" Nancy said, continuing on "The first day you guys made contact, you guys had this bond noone could break. He came home saying he had met a girl and she also rides his bus. You guys were glued together at the hip. Fate brings people together for unknown reasons. Some times you have to take that leap."  

"But what if I can't?" Azalynne replied back. "I never been with any man, dated or anything. The only man I knew, was Brian." 

"Honey, Brian would want you to be happy. You was like a sister to him. If he was here, he would want to meet the guy and put fear in him, but also be happy that you finally found another guy to try to make something with." Nancy said. 

"I know. I'm just so afraid. I miss him." She responded back tearing up. 

"Honey we all do. But we can't live in the past and continue to grieve ourselves to death. He was my son. But I know he wouldn't want me to grieve over him either. He would want us to move on with our lives and keep him in our hearts and memory." 

"I know. Thank you Nancy. I love you. Thanks for listening to me." Azalynne said 

"You're welcome, baby girl. We love you too. Take care, we are a phone call and a drive away. Bye now" 

"Bye" And they hung up. 

Azalynne slumps on the bed. 'She's right. I need to quit grieving over Brian and live my life like he would want.' She thought to herself. 

She pulled herself up to her pillows and went to sleep. 

She dreamed of Brian telling her to live her life. That he loved her and he was never to far. Then enters James. Sexy James.  She turns on her side as she dreamed on.