The bad boy artist became my boyfriend ch 4

After clay and me got up and I got ready, we went to breakfast. Well brunch I guess. It was nice, I guess. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow. (I’m going to put a little background about Reyna here because I wanna show why she is scared that he won’t commit) growing up people always left. My dad left my mom and it broke her. She was there but it was like she was gone. And the day my older brother turned 18 he got far away from our little hell hole of a house. And this sparked an unimaginable anger in me. All I wanted to do was rebel, but then I met Jason. He was such a player, why did I even fall for him. The first few weeks he was there for me. Then all he wanted was sex. And after I gave that to him, he was gone. I saw him at school, but he ignored me. Just thinking about it made me want to cry. My bastard of a father didn’t even make me feel this used. I guess that was how my mom felt. And since I turned 18 I ran to. I’ve been relying off of shitty scholarships to pay for college. As long as I have good grades I can keep my scholarship. And I cover whatever it doesn’t pay with loans. I think clay notices my silence. I should say something. Wait no I have no idea what to say. “You okay princess” ok ok you got this act normal. “Yeah yeah I’m all good, just nervous that’s all” he looked at me with concern “I’m here for you, I hope you know that” “that’s what they all say” I mumbled. “What?” “Nothing, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow” it wasn’t a lie. I had errands to run and an outfit to pick out. He looked kinda hurt, but I was just to nervous to stay. He made me feel this way. All I wanted to do was jump his bones, but at the same time I wanted to take things slow then I just felt like running for the hills. It was so many feelings I liked it though.

I spent the rest of the day keeping myself busy to avoid my thoughts. I eventually passed out in pure exhaustion luckily I had already set an alarm to wake me up at 7:30. I woke up to that damn alarm. I kinda wanted to throw it out a window. But then I remembered that I had a date and I brushed off the anxiety I was feeling and called it excitement. I put on jeans shorts again and a salmon colored t-shirt. I put on my vans and grabbed a purse. It was around 8:30 by the time my slow ass got ready. I texted him

Me: I’m ready

Clay: great I’ll be ready in 5 meet me outside

Me: kk

This may be the best or worst decision of my life. Oh well YOLO...

To be continued