A U T U M N
"That's it! I'm done!" I jumped off the stool and went straight to the bedroom. I've told Tyler to get home before seven, I was giving him a chance to explain yet it was nine o'clock and he was nowhere to be seen. He didn't even have the courtesy to reply to my message.
I took my charger, wallet, and keys then put them into my purse. I grabbed my coat from the hanger and put them on. "I'm done waiting," I muttered to myself as I dug my feet into a pair of sneakers.
I wandered outside without a purpose, trying to clear my head and brighten my mood but it was no use. I was pissed and hurt and nothing could make me feel any better. I heard the car horn from my right and turned. A sleek black car that I knew too well pulled on the curb and the black privacy window slid down, revealing none other than the second last person I wanted to see. Phraser.
I fold my arms in front of my Looney Tunes T-shirt and asked, "What are you doing here?"
He gave me a lazy smile. "Temptress, I should be the one asking you."
I was too tired to remind him that I didn't like him calling me with that username. "Well, Mr. Jackass," I decided to use the username I picked for him. "It's none of your goddamn business."
I turned and continued to walk. Only two steps and I heard the sound of his horn again. I gave him a warning look. "Can you just go and disturb someone else?"
He frowned. "What makes you so grumpy?" He clicked his tongue and nodded. "Oh, another fight? You should give the man a break, luv, it's not good to keep on picking a fight."
I stopped and faced him. "I wasn't picking a fight. He was the one who said he wanted to explain but when I gave him the time, he was a no-show."
"Ouch." Phraser pretended to flinch. "Sorry, Temptress." He shook his head like a parent looking at their child is stupid. "Relationship. It's a good craic until it goes sour." He opened the car door and walked out of his car.
"What are you doing?" I eyed him suspiciously. The thing I learned about him for these past few days was that he had two different sides of him which he easily flipped from one to the other in two seconds flat. One moment he was being a dick and the next he was nothing but a sweetheart. It was both confusing and frustrating.
Phraser closed the door and leaned against it with his arms folded in front of his grey shirt. Instead of answering my question, he shot one of his own. "So, what are you going to do? Are you going somewhere?"
I haven't given much thought to that. It may sound childish but I didn't want to be at home when Tyler came home so he knew that I was not going to wait for him forever. Now that I was outside, I didn't know where to go to kill the time. "I'm going to a bar and get some drink."
Phraser shook his head in disapproval. "Drinking alone? Nothing's more pathetic than that." He went to the other side of the car and opened the passenger door. "Come. I'll keep you company."
"I don't care if it's pathetic, I didn't need your company." I started to walk away. All I needed was being left alone so I could clear my head and get some drinks to calm my nerves.
I wanted to call Jess but it was quite late right now and I didn't want to accidentally wake her up or worse, interrupt her while she and Colton were in the middle of something. I've done that once in high school and Colton called me 'cock-blocker' for a week even though I told him that it wasn't done on purpose.
"Autumn." I felt one hand on my arm and turned. "I've told you before, I want to be your friend but you keep pushing me away." He dropped his hand and let out a deep sigh. "I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I hope you can give me a chance. Who knows, I might surprise you." He looked at me with a charming smile on his lips. His eyes looked sincere as he stared at me through the ridiculously long eyelashes.
I sighed. He was right. I kept pushing him away even though I agreed that we could be friends. Maybe I should stop doing that. "Fine." I rolled my eyes. "Do you know a nice place to drink?"
He smirked. "I might know the perfect place."
What do you think will happen, my angel? Do you think she will get drunk? Where do you think Tyler is? Any idea why he hasn't come back? Let me know in the comments! Thank you for the continuous support. When TBNB ended, I thought I wouldn't write a second book, but some of you really love the characters and that inspired me to write this story. I published the first book for myself, to see how far it can go but this second book is truly for my angels. Those who love TBNB as much as I do. Stay blessed!