The Right Time

7. Disappointed And Embarrassed

Cheyanne

I knew that it would take a long shot getting Lucas to kiss me back, but he did and then he regretted it. Why wouldn't he? I was still a stranger to him. We only met a few hours ago. He helped me and I screwed it up by throwing myself onto him. He probably thinks I'm a slut who tries to sleep with anybody that helps her. And on top of that, he had a girlfriend and he made sure I knew that he was a faithful man and he loved his girlfriend very much. I feel like a homewrecker. I would never willingly put myself in a situation to be classified as the other woman. Sigh. What am I going to do?

As I was walking towards the exit, I glanced inside the bar and saw that i***t rubbing up on his b*tch. He looked up and saw me and smirked. He pulled her into a kiss. Oh please. Was he trying to make me jealous so that I'd run back to him? He was trying to hurt me but it wouldn't work. Who am I kidding? It hurt that he could do this to me after all that we have been through. He could've at least waited a week before he decided to flaunt her in my face. And he didn't have to bring our issues here. Now, everybody's going to look at me like an i***t, or with pity. I can't handle that right now on top of my exams coming up soon.

I went to the parking lot to look for the taxi that I called. I feel safer that Jimmy put more lights here, because it used to be pitch black. Anyone could have been easily kidnapped without anyone noticing. I stood there wondering how long the taxi would take to get here. I needed to sleep in order to wake up early for school. I can't be slacking off right now. If I had to do a year over I'd go crazy. I heard rustling behind me and turned around. I jumped when I saw Noah standing behind me.

"You scared the sh*t out of me." I told him, holding my chest.

"I'm sorry. I was going towards my car when I saw you standing there. I came over to ask if you needed a ride." He said.

"I called a taxi, but I'm not sure when it'll get here." I said.

"Why don't you come with me?" I looked at him like he was crazy. I didn't know him.

"Firstly, I just met you in there." I pointed to the bar. "And we barely exchanged two words, so I'm not sure. No offense." I said. He held his hand on his heart dramatically, as if his heart was broken.

"You wound me, beautiful." He said, wiping fake tears. I laughed. "Come on, let me take you home. I'm not a r****t nor a serial killer. As you can see, my friends and I are well-established gentlemen. We aren't short of anything. Not even p*ssy." He said.

"Crude, aren't we?" I said, even though my cheeks reddened.

"I'm just down to earth. I say things just as they are. No need to beat around the bush." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"To be honest, I wish my ex-boyfriend was like that. Things would've hurt less." I whispered, but he heard anyway.

"Well, if it's any consolation, he's an i***t for letting a girl like you go." He said.

"You don't know what 'a girl like me' is like. I'm not perfect. I've made many mistakes that I wish I could take back. I sure made one tonight." I said, remembering kissing Lucas.

"What did you do? If you don't mind me asking."

"Are you sure you're not a serial killer, because I could use that ride. It doesn't look like that damn taxi is going to show up anytime soon." I tried to change the subject.

"Nice save. No. I am not a serial killer. Now let me take you where you want to go." He pointed to his car and damn! I've never ridden in a car, except for taxis. I'm not passing up on this opportunity to ride in this G-Wagon. I'm fascinated by cars. I was standing there admiring the car, when I felt him lifting my chin.

"I'm sorry. I just love cars. Let's go." We walked towards his car and he opened the door for me.

"Oh, you are a gentleman. Aren't you?"

"Yes. That's what I am. I told you that I'm not a serial killer." I laughed. Like genuinely laughed. I hadn't done that since I found out that I had been cheated on. I gave him the location and he put it on the GPS before driving off.

Surprisingly, I enjoyed Noah's company. He was down to earth and funny at the same time. I told him about Michael and how we met, to when I caught him cheating. He listened attentively. Normally, some males wouldn't want you talking about other guys with them. But not Noah. He even gave me great advice. I told him about my mom being a chef and my father being a mechanic when they were alive. He said that it explained my love for cars and cooking.

He told me that he loved photography and so he studied that in college. He had a chain of studios around the country and a modelling agency. I joked that one day I'd grace the studio with my curvy body and he agreed that it would be a great idea. I chickened out when I came to realize that he wasn't kidding. I changed the subject, asking him to tell me about his college days.

"It was always the four of us. We were best friends from the day we met. We were different from each other, but that was what made us click. But let me tell you one thing we all have in common. The girls. They flocked around us like they were birds and we had bread" I laughed out loud at his description of how they were womanizers.

"I bet you guys still have girls flocking around you. Especially Lu---" I trailed off, embarrassed at the fact that I nearly mentioned Lucas.

"You like him. Don't you?" He asked.

"No. I don't even know him." I turned, looking outside so that he couldn't see me blushing.

"You don't know me, but you like me." He said. I turned to him and he was grinning.

"Yes, as a friend or like a brother, even though we just had our first conversation."

"Exactly! This is our first conversation. And I could use a friend too. Someone to give me advice on girls, because all I seem to do is hurt them. Although some of these b*tches can't take no for an answer. I tell them I only want s*x and they agree. When it's time for them to get lost, they get attached. They're not getting anything other than this d*ck." He said, holding his crotch. I blushed.

"Why do you get red every time I say something about s*x? You're acting like a virgin or something." I turned immediately. My face got impossibly redder. I didn't say anything and he came to a realization.

"Wait, are you a virgin?" He asked, stunned.

"So what if I am?" I asked back.

"How old are you again?"

"I'm 22, for your information." I said.

"And you've never had s*x! Have you tried anything before?" He asked.

"I just told you that you seem like a brother and you're asking me these questions. I don't want to talk about it with you." I said, trying to get him to stop asking about my s*x life.

"OK, OK. I'll stop." He put his hand up in surrender.

"How old are you?" I asked him, successfully changing the topic.

"I'm 26." He said.

"Are all of you the same age?" He smirked.

"Yes. We are."

We were so immersed in our conversation that I didn't realize we were in my apartment building complex.

"Thank you Noah. It has been fun." I said.

"You're welcome. We should hang out sometimes." He said.

"I would like that very much. You are fun to be around." I told him honestly. We exchanged numbers and I hugged him. I went inside my apartment, had a shower and went straight to bed. I didn't even have the strength to eat, thanks to work and school. But I was doing this because I knew it would all be worth it one day.