Chapter 4
Chapter 4:
*Tiffany’s POV*
As we make our way back to my house, James’ constant glances at me don’t go unnoticed, but I decided to not address it; Seeing that I enjoyed his gaze on me. He finally decides to break the comfortable silence between us and asks the question that I knew was weighing on his mind. “Why were you with that asshole Parker, princess? I looked over at him from the passenger seat with a faint smile. “He showed up to my house deciding to reminisce, insult me, and tell me bullshit lies” I chuckle. “You are a peculiar little lady, don’t you know?” He says while stopping at a red light.
“That’s what my father said when I told him I was going to school In Texas.” He glances at me and looks down at the school wristband I had on. “Oh shit, so you went down and became one of them rush girls huh?” I laugh and look out the window. “How did you know?” He points at the sorority bracelet above my school bracelet. “That, and you just seem like the sorority type. So what do you do, events? Line dances? Or y'all just party with them frat guys all day?” His eyes linger on me a little longer after his last question. “No, no partying from me. Just a little fun here and there, but I like the feeling of having sisters you know? It also makes me feel closer to my sister considering she pledged for the same sorority”
I smile. “So you’re a family woman huh?” I nod and smile as I realize the Beach Boys’ “In My Room” starts playing. “I love this one so much. They captivated how I felt about every single one of the bedrooms I lived in.” He smiles, “You know Beach Boys? No way, you’re like 20, and you know Beach Boys? I pretend to be highly offended by his comment. “I have grown up with the Beach Boys, they raised me.” James shook his head, “The Beach Boys raised a 20-something-year-old in New York?” “Okay you got a point, but every summer we went to the beach, and on vacation during the summer, my mother played the Beach Boys and Bob Marley, that was it.” James gives me a look I couldn’t decipher. It was a happy look, at least I think it was a happy look. God, I hope so.
*James POV*
God, I adore this woman. She’s after my own heart already. She’s goal-oriented and headstrong, and she likes the Beach Boys. I haven’t heard anyone talk about the Beach Boys in years. Being under Hydra’s watchful eye didn’t stop me from having good music taste. I hope she never finds out about that. I feel like there’s a good thing going here, and I can’t let anyone or some stupid fucking rumor ruin this good thing. This amazing woman.
Her being family oriented was just the icing on the cake. Once she confirmed my speculations, nothing was stopping me from building a life with Tiffany. My beautiful Tiffany. “So how old are you? What year of college are you in? What do you wanna be after college?” I look over at her adorable smile, “Sorry I just wanna know everything about you.” She looks at me with that perfect fucking smile. The smile that makes me wanna protect everybody and everything. A smile that would make me shed blood in her name, anyone who disrespected this incredible and delicate woman would regret their actions within seconds.
“No James, I love questions! Well, I actually am 20. So I’m in my sophomore year of college, and um- hopefully I can be an actress. I literally have no other plan, I mean I know it's an unconventional job but I don’t care I’m gonna try.” That’s my girl. She’s determined. I can’t fucking wait to marry this girl one day, goddamn she’s gonna look unearthly in all white. I flash a smile at her as the car directions tell me her house is on my right. “I believe you, beautiful.”
She beams at me and points to her house. “This is my house. Thank you for handling Parker for me James.” I’d handle anything if it meant she got to go back and enjoy her life. I’m brought out of my trance by her smile when she asks me a question. "You know I never asked, how old are you?” I cock my head to the side, “28.” Tiffany gives me a half smile. “I hope that doesn’t deter you from me, baby.” “No, it doesn’t at all James,” she said. Thank God.
I get out of the car and walk over to the passenger side to open her door. “Good, I’ll see you very soon Ms Tiffany,” I say, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Bye James.” She smiles at me as I lean on my car and watch her walk into her house. “She’s the one Steve” I whisper into the air.