Chapter 1
Chapter 1:
*Diary Entry*
It’s my first day back in New York for Christmas break, and I’m honestly excited. I haven’t seen my family in a while, and I finally have a chance to eat real food instead of eating cold and soggy mac and cheese or ramen every night. Even my friends are gonna be back, and we made plans to hang out a few times too. I’m not so excited about coming back to see Parker though; I still feel bad that I left him on read for a few days when he asked me if I was coming back home for the break. I shouldn’t feel bad though, because he cheated on me; Plus it was with a girl that probably doesn’t even have ugly in her vocabulary at that. Fuck him, his trust fund, that girl, and every other motherfucker at Yale.
Going to Texas A & M was honestly the best choice I’ve ever made in my life. I’ve even become one of the girls I used to hate: a boy crazy sorority girl. Nonetheless, I have an amazing group of friends and I wouldn’t trade them for the world, although they bambarde me with questions about the city, asking if it's everything like their dreams. I always crush their spirits and tell them no. They still don’t believe that it's an over populated and rat infested city with late buses and anxiety filled train rides; They’ll learn eventually.
I immediately close my book as I hear footsteps near my childhood bedroom. “Tiff, do you think you would be able to go to the store and get some desserts for after dinner tonight?” my sister asks on the other side of the door. “Yeah Kelly I’ll go now” I say while putting on my uggs, coat and cashmere scarf. Eventually I grab my car keys and head to the store.
On my way back from the store I decided to stop by the coffee shop I used to work at and grab an americano. While waiting in line to order, I see this guy. Like not any ordinary guy, like a really fine ass guy. He had overgrown black hair tucked behind his ear, broad muscles, and a jawline that can cut deeper than All too Well (10 Minute Version) ever could. He smelled like dove coconut soap, rather than that cheap and overused Old Spice scent that makes me gag on a daily basis. As he ordered his coffee, my legs almost buckled over the faint country accent in his voice. When he finished ordering he was about to pass to the other side to wait for his order, and before he could, he swiftly brushed past me. “Excuse me.” I almost lost it there. That accent had me prepared to spread my legs as far as they could and let him bury his head in there for as long as he wanted. After I gained my composure and ordered my coffee, I went to the same area he was standing at to wait for it.
As I stood there, I could feel his eyes on me, and from the corner of my eye I could see his lips pursed into a smirk. The right choice was made when I decided to wear my gray flared leggings that complimented my ass more than it should’ve. I tilted my neck to the side and turned my head and gave him a small smile, “slowly but seductively.” I repeated the mantra that my friend taught me. I almost got lost in those ice crystals we call eyes. I wanted to stare in his eyes as he talked through it, I wanted to stare into his eyes through a mirror as he holds me close to his chest and fucks my brains out. I immediately bring myself back to reality as the barista calls my name. “Black Americano for Tiffany!” I walk up to the counter, “That’s me.” Not even a full second later she calls another name. His name. “Black Americano for James!” The familiar scent of coconut fills my nostrils again “That’s me ma’am.” Only God knows how much of a slut I can be for a man with manners AND an accent. Our fingers lightly brushed as we both reached for napkins.
“So should I just get a bracelet?” he says staring blank into my face. Confused, I began to say, “Excuse me?” He quietly chuckles, “I said, should I get a bracelet and if I get lost they’ll know who to return me to?” I immediately laughed at the joke that my family used often. “How would they know that I’m your Tiffany? There’s about a million other Tiffanys out there.” He smirks and lowers his voice. “Well, I’m damn sure they’re not as beautiful as you.” If that right there didn’t want to make me get on my knees, then I don’t know what would. “Aw you’re so sweet. Thank you James” I slowly tuck a piece of hair behind my ear as he continues to look at me with those deadly amazing eyes. “I hope I’m not being too forward when I say this…but I really hope you’re not some other man’s Tiffany.” I chuckle, but on the inside I’m about to lose my mind. Why is this insanely hot man speaking to me out of all people?! “And what if I am another man’s Tiffany?” I tease. He takes a step closer and smirks,
“Well that would be unfortunate because I just went to the Tiffany store and bought the ring, bracelet, necklace, the whole damn package darling.” he jokes. His facial expression quickly changes back to slightly serious. “But seriously, are you another man’s Tiffany?” I look around and decide to give him a dramatic long pause even though I was feening to tell him “no” with every fiber in my body. “No, I’m not.” I swear I just saw him do backflips in his mind or something because almost immediately, he regained his smile from before. “Well that’s good. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were though. I don’t think any man would be stupid enough to let you slip through their fingers.” I snicker to myself, “Oh I know a few.” His eyes quickly dart around the empty coffee shop and return back to me. “Well those guys are assholes.” As I’m about to answer him, my phone buzzes three times back to back, I reach into my purse to see three texts from Parker.
“So you can come back and just not tell me?”
“Why aren’t you home.”
“Answer my fucking texts I know you’re reading them.”
I rolled my eyes at his usual childish behavior and reread his second text. How does he know that I’m not home? For a second I think he’s outside the coffee shop, but that would just be another Hallmark movie cliche. I instantly remember that he still has my location from since we were dating, and I always kept telling myself to take it off and then forgetting to. He doesn't seem like a stalking issue when he’s almost 2,000 miles away.
“You okay beautiful?” James asks me, concerned. Of course. Even after we break up, Parker has to be narcissistic and ruin everything for me including the lovely conversation I’m having with the well-mannered sex god in front of me. “Thanks I’m okay, just a problem with one of those guys who used to wear the bracelet.” His attitude suddenly throws off , “Oh really? He giving you a problem? Because I would hate to see that pretty face have anything but a smile on it.” I have a few other ideas about what can go on this face. I smirk to myself and playfully roll my eyes. “Oh it’s nothing, the only thing I'm worried about is getting home with the groceries before my sister freaks. “May I?” I gestured to his phone. He unlocked it and I quickly put the top part of our phones together and exchanged contact information with him. “That’s me” I smile. He walks me out of the coffee shop and mentions how this shouldn’t be our last time seeing each other; I agree with him and eventually make my way to the car and back home.