Xavier's POV
"You can't keep coming here every time something don't go your way." I said to Diva. She sat sullenly and quietly. "I know... But me and Donte are through. Permanently. He wasn't...faithful." Her voice cracked.
"And you think you were?" I had my hands in my pockets staring at the girl who was convinced that she was ready to take another step. I wasn't preparing to get hurt again.
It was three o'clock in the morning and Diva had several bags sitting next to her.
"I know. I'm being a huge hypocrite but I'm serious. He wasn't faithful and he has a kid and...I can't take it no more. I ain't got no more tears to shed for him." Diva shook her head and stared at the wall.
"So..." I trailed off and just rubbed her back.
I could feel her bra strap, so desperately wanting to take it off. Take it all off.
"I can't keep getting hurt, Xavier. I want to know about you. I wanna be with you. I'm not in denial. I'm not stupid. I wanna learn things about you so we can be closer. What's your favorite color? What's your–"
"Turquoise." I said. Diva looked at me and managed a smile. "Pink. Your sign?"
"Scorpio. Yours?"
"Gemini. Your favorite food?"
"Soul food."
"Same." We went on like this for what seemed like an hour.
A joyous hour.
I looked at the clock and sighed. Standing up, I grabbed her hand and helped her up too. My back was sore from sitting so long and I was ready to sleep.
It was so cool getting to know the girl who I was nervous to get to know when we first met.
I smiled and led her to her room.
YOU ARE READING
Diva (Urban)
Teen Fiction"...Baby, you live up to yo name like no other." ~Donte, drug dealer, Diva's boo Diva Anderson (also know as Shorty) has a hustler boyfriend. When a better opportunity comes knocking, she's torn between money or true love. THIS IS NOT A CORNY NO...
