On My Way To Mr. Right

Chapter 72

It was mere days since I met Denver. And mere days since James and I spent the most wonderful time by the lake. Somehow, it didn’t add up. How easily Denver triggered him, nor was how easy Denver enticed me every time we conversed. It wasn’t even much. A simple hi and hello. A dinner, once. It was all so innocently done. Until James sprung up on me with the suspicious looks and remarks.

I didn’t expect for the falling-out-of-love part to come this easy. Nor did I expect for it to slip past me so abruptly at the presence of Denver. He had gotten me thinking about him 24/7 like a fourth-grader.

I brush my hair like crazy, looking at reflection in the mirror. With James out of the picture, Cedric was fluently waltzing his way in the picture.

“You have a cute smile.”

“Thanks, it’s new.”

“I have this disease, vitamin D deficiency. Do you mind if I see you daily? Get my daily dose of sunshine from those bright eyes and warm smile?”

He wasn’t the smoothest talker.

Like James was.

But he was damn hot. The way he’d hold my hand, too. The scene at the cafeteria refused to stop playing over and over my mind.

“Charlotte!”

I accidentally break the top part of my brush. I was too engrossed on daydreaming to notice it had tangled up some portion of my hair. It was fine since it was by the lower back end, anyways.

“Yeah, mom?” I look back to see my mom fuming, with a hot pan on her hand and her phone on the other.

“Would you mind explaining to me why the hell we have a charge for a hundred dollars at the new kicks store?”

Oh.

The moment of realization hits me like a wave. Denver had used my mom’s card when he bought his new shoes.

“Uh, it’s for a friend. I promise I’d pay you back.”

“A he-friend?” She glares.

I shake my head violently at the thought of exposing Denver.

“No, it’s Beatrice. Her shoes broke down at the mall, and she needed new ones, anyway.” I lie straight through my teeth.

“You best make sure Beatrice pays me back. I love that girl but a hundred dollars is too much for anything.”

“Sure, mom. I’ll let her know.”

As soon as mom closes the door, I dial my phone so fast like my life depended on it.

“Denver,” I whisper, in case mom had waited by the door.

“Sunday morning glory, indeed,” I hear his whistle through the other line.

Damn, James makes smooth talk look so easy. This guy is definitely struggling with it.

“Dude, you’ve got to pay me back immediately. Mom knows.”

“I’m sorry, Charlotte. I’m still waiting on a payment, too.”

“From who? Your dealer?”

“No, from my parents. For my cut at the business.”