AND THEN THERE WAS ONE.

two.

As her right foot prepared to touch the ground, headlights flashed along her silhouette. Indie sucked her teeth and turned on her heels, meeting Brandon's precious Infiniti. He loved that car more than he loved anything else.

For a second, the thought of bashing in his windows and flattening his tires creeped up in her mind, but just as quickly as it came, it went.

She rolled her eyes as the car door slamming and his boots meshing with the fallen leaves infiltrated her second sense.

"Didn't I tell you I was on the way?" Brandon entered her space.

Indie trailed up his tall figure. The Moncler jacket he wore was similar to the one he had on when they first met, causing her to scoff at the memory.

"You did," She shrugged.

"Yo," He reached his hand out to take her chin, "What's up with you?"

Indie frowned, snatching away. There was no way he could be this damn dense.

"Look at my face!" She blasted, "That crazy ass bitch of yours jumped on me last night, her and six of her ugly ass friends."

"That's not my bitch," Blaze scoffed.

"Then maybe you need to tell her that," Indie attempted to move past him.

"Baby, wait a minute."

Brandon wrapped his arm around her waist, scooping her into his embrace. She shuttered at his strength.

"Let me go."

"Nah."

Indie knew fighting against his hold would be pointless. He had close to two hundred pounds over her.

"I don't have time for this shit B. You come with too much; I'm not into all of that. I had my fun. We both did, but it's over, understand?

Brandon shook his head. Indie was saying all the things he didn't want to hear. He admired her in several ways, and despite all of the chaos that had ignited throughout the duration of their time together, he wasn't ready to let her go.

"Can we just talk, please?"

She pulled her neck back, ready to protest.

"I got your food in the car," He interrupted.

Her eyes rolled. He swore he was so slick. "Fine," She gives in, "You get ten minutes."

Brandon smiled proudly before moving to the passenger side. She allowed him to open the door for her; he waited patiently for her to get comfortable before closing it and jogging around to the other side.

Indie settled into the black leather seats; the heat brought slight relief to her skin. She grabbed her bag of food off the car's dash and sat it in her lap.

Brandon turned the radio down, then moved his vision onto her. She was in her own world, the food being her only concern. He sat quiet, looking at her in amusement.

Indie felt his gaze and chuckled softly. The clock was ticking, and here he was wasting his time. She took a sip of her drink before moving to the contents within the bag.

"I thought it was clipped for me?" He mocked.

Indie remained silent, her lips pursed in agitation, a fry in hand. Her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. He was already on thin ice with her and thought now would be the perfect time to provoke her?