All Signs Point to You Part Two, Navaura Campbell [best novels for students .txt] 📗

had struck her as odd, because he was never that way. Sebrea cleared her throat. Walking up to Denise, she said, "You're the Denise he was telling me about, aren't you?"

 

Chapter Thirty Nine

Denise stared at Sebrea, perturbed. He talked about her? He'd talked about her to his present girlfriend? The confusion must have been noticed then, because Sebrea smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's been good things, so you're alright."

Denise didn't ever recall hearing the french accent in her voice as she did now. "What part of France are you from?"

Sebrea said something in french and then translated it into English, "How did you know I'm french? Most people don't. Provence."

Denise sighed, "I love history."

"Then you are the Denise he's talking about."

Denise's eye lids narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Sebrea sighed, "Jordan and I had a talk over dinner, and it was mostly about you and us."

Denise put a hand to her hip. "Why were you two talking about me? Aren't you his girlfriend?"

Sebrea shook her head no.

"You're not?" Denise began to feel regret overcome her.

"No. We were just dating."

"So, it's nothing serious?" She inquired, putting a hand up to her head. She remembered all the evil thoughts she'd conjured up.

"No, I have to get into Yale, and that's all the way in Boston. How will I be able to have a relationship and study for a Juris doctorate in law?"

Denise exhaled softly. Sebrea noticed the tension that eased in her shoulders. Going over to Jordan, she grabbed his hand and pulled him away from Quin.

Redirecting his steps, she said, "Shouldn't she be the one you're questioning?" She came to a halt in front of Denise.

Jordan stood there, clenching his jaw, refusing to look her in the eyes. Denise saw this and put a hand on her hip, staring up into his face, "What are you mad at me for now?"

His jaw clenched with no response. Denise let out a loud huff. "Well, are you going to tell me, or am I just going to have to stand here and wait?"

The couple who had been in front of them had long since been seated, and now another couple who'd come in after them were being seated.

"Excuse me?" The greeter interrupted, "Are you all going to be seated?"

Sebrea, being the only one who could talk at this moment, turned to the greeter, "No sir, we're all leaving." Turning back to the three, she said, "Let's get out of here." She ushered them all out of the door. Quinn was staring at Jordan and Denise perplexed at this evening, while Sebrea looked completely annoyed. Stepping back to Sebrea, he whispered, "They are crazy, huh?"

She nodded. "What is he angry about?"

"He thinks I'm her boyfriend." Quinn whispered.

"Well are you?" Sebrea frowned. She'd never thought to ask that question before, now she felt a little embarrassed.

"No. We're just good friends. I have a boyfriend."

Sebrea lifted a brow. "Interesting." She dragged the word out long without really meaning to.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinton inquired, throwing his neck into every word he spoke. This struck Sebrea as funny. Laughing, she said, "Oh my God, you're actually gay, for real." She continued to laugh. Quinton came to a stop. Putting a hand to his hip, he stared at her with dark brown eyes, his hand flailing in the air. "Whatever, girl, don't hate." Now he was putting on a show.

"Ok, stop it." Sebrea doubled over in laughter. Quinton laughed as well, " Cedric Quinton, but everyone usually calls me Quinton, because they think that's my first name."

Sebrea smiled, holding out a hand, "Sebrea Alexi."

"Nice to meet you Sebrea." He stated, starring into the depths of hazel brown eyes.

They both shook hands and then focused their attention on Jordan and Denise, who seemed to have gotten even deeper in their silence with one another. Sighing, Sebrea went up behind Jordan, while Quinton took Denise's side. He draped an arm across her shoulder. The stiff in Jordan's stance was clearly visible. Quinton pulled her closer to him, while starring at Jordan. Jordan looked at Quinton, the rage evident in his eyes. Quinton shook his head in amusement and laughed. How could he be jealous when there was no competition? He turned his gaze on Denise, "I'm sorry you didn't get your birthday present."

Denise laughed, "It's cool. I told you to forget about it anyway."

"You're about two weeks to late, ass hole." Jordan stated through clenched teeth. He wanted to knock the smugness out of Quinton's gaze.

Quinton turned his eyes back to him, "Shut up, you're just mad cause she's not with you."

Although it was dark, the faint blush in his cheeks was noticeable. "Whatever." He whispered, his tone fierce. His green eyes turned stormy.

"That's right, whatever. You're so full of yourself, that you can't even see the truth."

This caused Denise to stop and glare up at Quinton. "Don't talk to him like that." She stated, her tone firm.

Quinton laughed and grabbed her hand, "I'm sorry, sugar, but it's the truth. He's just like you, stubborn, dumb and in denial. He knows he loves you and he wants you back, but he wants to play games, games that don't even work, because I have yet to see you go after him the way he wants you too, but he's all up on you like he cares one minute, and then the next he's running like a little pussy."

Denise stared up at Quinton in shock, angered. He'd never been so rude before. Almost like he was deliberately trying to get a reaction from Jordan. Just as this thought passed her mind, she saw swift movement, and then Quinton was on the ground, grabbing his cheek.

"Don't talk about me like that. You don't know how I feel, or what I go through!" He yelled.

Denise swiveled around, starring at Jordan in shock. What was going on here? He glared at her, "And you...you have some nerve..." He growled out his frustration and then turned to walk away. Denise stood there stunned, confused and wondering what she had done for him to be so angry with her. She walked up to him and yelled, "What the hell is your problem?"

"It doesn't matter Denise." He stated, walking toward his vehicle.

"Yes it does, because you're being ridiculous. One minute you tell me you love me but don't want to be with me because you're seeing someone. The next you offer me a chance to get back with you, but tell me that I have to figure out what it is you want, but then you punch Quinton out and what for? I don't know."

He pulled his keys out of his pocket. "Why do you always have to be so oblivious to everything? Why do you always have to pretend like you don't know what's going on?"

Denise shook her head furiously as they reached his car. "I seriously don't have any idea what's going on with you." She stated, her tone a bit softer. He inhaled and then exhaled, "Aren't you going with Quinton?"

Denise looked back into the parking lot, Quinton's car was pulling out of the drive way, to make a right. Sebrea was no where to be seen. Glancing back at Jordan, she said, "You know, your date just left with Quinton."

Jordan stopped and sat the keys on the roof of the car. Glaring at her, he whispered, "Don't you mean your boyfriend?" His tone was thick with sarcasm.

Denise raised both brows. "I don't have a boyfriend Jordan. Quinton's not my boyfriend."

Jordan cleared his throat. "So why is it that you two are always together? You're always acting like you're a couple."

Denise smiled cheekily. He was jealous, very cute. Strangely enough, it turned her on. "We're just really good friends, Jordan."

Jordan licked his lips. "Then why are you dressed up like that?"

Denise put a hand on her hip. "Because he said to wear something formal, and this was the only thing Vicki had that she didn't mind me borrowing."

Jordan sighed, calmed. "Oh." He stared at her, his eyes becoming tender. "I'm sorry." Denise sighed and went over to him. Grabbing his face, pulling it around to her, she ran her hand along his cheek. "Jordan, you don't have to worry about any guy stealing what's yours, ok?"

His eyes watered up and he inhaled sharply, swiping at the tears. "Are you sure about that?"

She smiled, despite the raw emotion she felt. Her knees weakened, heart pounded and her throat tightened, "Yes, I love you and no one else. It's impossible to be in love with two people at once." The tears that were shimmering in her eyes, began to fall. She swiped at them. "My heart's already taken, you know?"

He whispered, "oh yeah?"

Denise gasped, her throat aching hard, "Yes."

He closed his eyes and whispered her name. She stepped into his arms and wrapped him in a tight hug. He pulled her to him and returned her hug. She swallowed and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his arms. He felt every curve of her body mold itself to his, and this he enjoyed. It felt right, perfect.

 

 

Chapter Forty: Movies and stuff.

 

That morning, Denise woke up, not sure if last night had been real, or if it had been a dream that had started out as a nightmare and ended up great. She couldn't be too sure. It all seemed so real, the whole evening. Just then, her phone rang. It rang about two times, before she picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"So, did you two get things worked out?"

She sighed, falling back into her bed. It hadn't been a dream.

"Well, we talked about a lot of stuff."

Quinton rolled his eyes, "No, you better had done more than talk, because I have a bruise on my cheek from where he hit me. I didn't take a punch for you to just say that you guys talked."

"Geez, Quinn, nobody told you to be so rude anyway."

"I had to do something to get you guys to talk out your problems." His tone was irritated.

"Well, you could have just told him that you weren't my boyfriend."

"Something told me he would've hit me and accused me of lying. I didn't know he had that hard of a hit. Damn, you better hope this bruise go down before Matt and I go meet his sister for lunch, because if it doesn't, you're going to get me into a lot of trouble. I'm not down for that."

"Ok, I'll ask my sis to borrow her blush or something."

Quinton laughed, "Alright, I'll meet you around eleven thirty. I'll be there."

Denise sighed, "I'm sorry he punched you."

Quinton laughed, "Yeah, it's cool, just don't ask me to ever do that again, or I will kill you."

"I didn't ask you to do anything." Denise replied, defensive.

"If I recall, a few weeks ago, at the mall, you said that you needed my help to make him jealous so that he'd come back to you. Well, I did that, now don't ask me for any more favors. You just better get this one right."

Denise laughed, "Alright, I'm sorry."

"Ha, ha, ha! I have to go. Matt's home. I'll talk to you later."

"Yep." Denise confirmed. She hung up her end of the phone. Getting up, she stretched out and got