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Cuba
Fuck. My. Life.
The moment Cam told me he saw Bliss and that she saw me, and was not looking very happy seeing Angela’s hand on me. Now I feel like crap because I ignored her text and then she sees me here. It’s not like I’m here with just Angela, I’m here with a group of people. I didn’t bring anyone, I drove here solo. I made it my mission to sit on the opposite side of Angela, she already asked if the rumor was true, did I in fact have a girlfriend? She didn’t like my answer, but she clearly wasn’t taking it for an answer. Ash, understandably, didn’t want to spend his birthday with no female company, but did she have to bring her meal-ticket scheming friends?
I stare at my phone, trying to decide if I should text her back and act like I have no idea she’s here. I’m ashamed to admit I acted like a child when she wouldn’t come with me and ditch her dinner with her dad. It’s a scary feeling, what I feel for her, what I have been feeling for her. So now I’m sitting here thinking of what I should do, she’s not happy with me, and I can’t have that.
“Damn, just go over there,” Cam says taking a drink of his beer. “You’re like seventh wheel anyway.”
I’ve never been the wheel of anything and I don’t even care. I look to Ash and he just laughs.
“I never thought I would see the day.” He smiles. “Man, just go, but come back to do a shot with me.”
Angela pouts next to him, throwing her red hair over her bare shoulder. “You’re no fun.”
I don’t hesitate, sliding out of the booth. “Oh, he’s fun just not with you.” Cam smirks and she flips him off.
“I’ll be back for that shot,” I tell Ash before going to look for my girlfriend. Then I remember she’s with her dad. I’ve never met the dad of anyone I was sleeping with, let alone dating. I do a quick scan of my outfit. Just a grey short sleeve button up, black jeans, and my favorite pair of black and grey Jordan’s. I debate on tucking my gold chain in and taking the diamond studs out of my ear. I’m thinking too much into it, fuck, I should just turn around join my friends and send her a quick text saying sorry.
No, go to her, my mind whispers and my feet are moving. My heart is pumping like crazy, and I wish I could have had a drink at least.
I round the oval bar in the middle of the restaurant, and I can already hear her laugh and it makes me smile. I know I look like a creep glancing into all the booths as I pass. I hear her again and I stop in front of the last booth. A pair of grey and brown eyes meet me.
“Cuba?” Bliss blinks up at me surprised, even though she knew I was here.
“Hey, Arrow.” I smile.
Her dad coughs and Bliss looks away. “Dad, this Cuba Knight,” she says. “Cuba, this is my dad, Keith.”
Nervously, I hold my hand out and he shakes it, firm and defined as his eyes take in my tattooed arms. I never cared what anyone thought of my ink until now, I care what he thinks. I need him to like me.
“Mr. McQueen, it’s nice to meet you.” I try to take my hand from his grip, but he keeps shaking it slowly.
“Call me Keith,” he says. “You look familiar, you play ball?” He finally lets my hand go.
I nod. “Yeah, I play basketball for state.” My hands are sweating. Calm down, C.
Keith snaps his fingers. “Yes, I heard you were back. I bet the team is glad. About time you guys get that trophy.”
“I feel the same way,” I say and look over to Bliss who is avoiding eye contact with me. She doesn’t want him to know about us.
“Have a seat, Cuba,” he tells me, and motions for his daughter to move over.
She does, and I slide in next to her. “I don’t mean to intrude.”
He waves me off. “Nonsense, I should meet her boyfriend.” He chuckles. “I’m not blind. Either you’re her boyfriend or friend with benefits. I’m hoping it’s the first one.”
I don’t even give Bliss a chance to sideline this. “Definitely the first.” First for me anyways.
She nudges me, but the waitress appears with their drinks and asks if I will be ordering. Keith urges me to order something and have dinner with them. I glance at Bliss who gives me a small nod. I order my food and a drink, non-alcoholic of course, with a smile.
Keith looks to me to say something but his phone rings in his pocket and he reluctantly takes it out, he sighs while putting the phone to his ear. “McQueen,” he says and listens. “Hold on, Jack.”
Her dad winces. “Sorry, I have to take this, I’ll be right back.” He’s not looking at us, he’s looking at her.
Bliss smiles and nods. “Of course.”
Keith nods and slips out, talking into the phone on the way to the door.
