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I couldn't believe that I was already three months into my senior year! I had finished my interviews with John Hopkins and UNC and was waiting to hear if I got accepted or not. Although I was excited about my future professional plans, I wasn't as secure about things in my personal life.

After his drunk tirade two weeks before, KeVon came back to my apartment that next day to apologize. We spent the day together making up. Then we turned around and spent the rest of the week fighting over little things all over again. It was a cycle that I was getting tired of.

I didn't want to spend the rest of my senior year fighting back and forth with KeVon. If we couldn't make it work while we lived so close to each other, how were we going to survive if I was in Baltimore or Chapel Hill? With KeVon's own graduation taking place that next month. I wanted us to finally get back on the same page or go our separate ways.

I hated to admit it, but @JarenvsJericho's words were also floating in my mind, a man who is always picking fights is not happy with what he has. I wanted to tell myself that this wasn't the case between us. I wanted to believe that KeVon was just stressed with his business and upcoming graduation but the signs were there that something was wrong.

After I finished with my classes for the day, I called him to tell him that we needed to talk. He agreed and told me to stop by the gym. He and his partner, Miles Thurmond, had been approved for a small business loan and were making plans to open up their own gym in the spring. In the meantime, they were still working out of Anytime Fitness.

I pulled up to the gym feeling hopeful about seeing him. When I walked inside, I didn't see him right away. I looked around the gym until I eventually found him towards the back in the weight area working out with a blonde who looked like she didn't even need a trainer. She was just as fit as he was!

KeVon was laughing and joking around with the woman who was lying on her stomach on a machine while lifting one of her legs behind her in the air. When he saw me, he straightened up and walked towards me.

"Hey baby." He said kissing me on the cheek. "I thought we were meeting at the crib later on?"

I pulled up my phone and began to re-read his text out loud. "Sounds good come by the gym after class." I read then looked back at him.

He checked his watch and looked back at the woman who was staring at him through the mirror as if she was waiting on him to hurry up.

I turned my head sideways. "Is there a problem?"

"I have to finish up with this client and then I have another one coming after her." He said scanning what I had on. "If you were dressed I would have been able to work you out, too."

"It's cool. I got some work to do, so I can just wait for you at the house." I told him.

"It's gonna be awhile."

"That's fine. I have a lot of studying to do anyways." I nodded.

"Why don't I come through when I'm done?"

"Why does it seem like you don't want me at your place?" I asked him skeptically.

"I didn't say that. I just don't want you waiting around for me." He said rubbing my lower back while walking me towards the door of the gym. When we reached my car he crossed his arms, then rubbed a hand down his face.

"What's going on with you?" I asked him wanting him to just be real with me. "If you aren't into me anymore or if you don't wanna be in this relationship. Why don't you just tell me?"

"Baby, it's not that at all." He said blowing out a frustrated breath. "You already know how I feel about you."

"I know how you used to feel about me." I argued. "In the past, you would drop everything to spend time with me. Now it's all about the gym, your clients, or your frat." I mocked shaking my head. "I don't even know what it is we are hanging on to anymore."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked through squinted eyes.

"Do you even wanna be with me?"

He uncrossed his arms and stepped forward to pull me into a hug. "Baby, you know I wanna be with you."

"Then why don't you treat me like it?" I challenged him. "I'm starting to feel more like a drive-by or a project than your girlfriend."

"Come on now. I've never treated you like that. And I'm hard on you because I don't wanna see you back in the hospital fighting for your life."

"But if I tell you that I'm happy with where I'm at, you shouldn't keep trying to make me feel as if I'm not!"

"I can't help that I care about you." He nervously looked inside of the gym. "I really gotta get back in there. Can we finish talking about this at my house?"

I rolled my eyes and opened my door. "I should just go home."

"Tima, don't be like that. Give me another hour here and then we can finish talking about all of this." He leaned in and kissed me on the lips this time.

"Yup." I said unenthusiastically.

I made the short drive to his house and Miles let me in. After small talk, I climbed the stairs and went to his room and as usual found the bed not made and a few clothes thrown on the floor. I picked them up and made his bed before sitting on it.

I should have been working on some of my real homework but all I wanted to do was write another chapter of my book. I pulled out my laptop and began to type chapter thirty-right of Jericho's Heart. @JarenvsJericho had been impressed with the last few chapters and I found myself pushing myself to dig deep into my heart to channel the Lisa character. All the insecurities I felt in my real-life relationship, I explored through her.

In the last two chapters, when Lisa tried to confront Jericho about the night they slept together, he acted like it was nothing but sex. His rejection breaks her heart and she pulls back and buries herself in her career, playing for the WNBA team the Minnesota Lynx. My character Jericho decides to stay with Porsha, not believing the rumors that were going on around about her sleeping with her agent.

It kind of paralleled what the real-life Jericho was doing. He never made a statement and didn't seem bothered at all by the things going on around Brandy and the rumors eventually died down. MediaTakeOut did report that Brandy rushed to New York to be with him after the scandal broke so she must have used some serious skills in the bedroom to convince him that none of it was true.

Things always seemed to come easy to girls who looked like Brandy. I would be lying if I didn't say that I was jealous of that fact. I was kind of hoping that it wasn't true because I didn't want someone like Jericho to get cheated on. He seemed like the type of guy who didn't do serious relationships in the first place. And if a guy like him got hurt, I could see him writing off relationships altogether. All because some conceited, entitled bimbo didn't know what she had.

Why did guys always choose that type of woman anyways?

I wrapped up my chapter with Jericho realizing that he had made a mistake letting Lisa go after a big fight with Porsha. He realized that all of the reasons he was staying with Porsha were superficial ones and that his heart was really in Minnesota with his childhood friend. When he goes after her, she turns him down because she has moved on with someone else. I posted the chapter when I heard KeVon's door open and he walked inside carrying his gym bag over his shoulder.

"Hey." He said dropping the bag to the floor.

"Hey." I echoed closing my laptop and putting it on his nightstand.

"Sorry about earlier." He said easing on to the bed next to me.

"You had work to do." I said with hesitance.

"I did." He searched my eyes. "Now where is all this stuff coming from about you thinking that I don't wanna be with you?"

"That's how it feels."

"I don't want you feeling like that because it's not true." He said pushing my hair behind my shoulder. "How can I fix it?"

"You can start by making more time for us."

"I can do that." He nodded. "What else?"

"If you wanna be with me, I need to feel like you do. Right now, I feel like an obligation."

"Baby, you're not an obligation. If I didn't wanna be with you, I would tell you." He said smiling. "I know it's stressful right now, but just think. I'm about to open my own gym and you're about to be my lil doctor."

"Your lil doctor won't be a doctor if I don't hear back from John Hopkins or UNC."

"You'll hear something soon." He said kissing my shoulder. "I know you killed those interviews, everybody who meets you falls in love with you."

"I hope." I mumbled. "What about you? Graduation is right around the corner. Are you ready?"

"Am I?" He said pointing at the books on his dresser. "I can't finish these classes fast enough."

"I'm really proud of you." I told him wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm proud of you." He said pecking me on the lips. "How many guys can say that their girlfriend is about to get into the number one medical school in the country."

"Let's hope I get in." I sighed.

"You will." He said with encouragement. Then he made a pouty face. "Now, let me help you get out of these clothes." I rolled my eyes as he hovered his body over mine. "You know we're gonna get married and have like five kids, right?"

"Oh really." I said with amusement.

"We're gonna be laughing about all of this this in a couple years."

"I hope so." I sighed as he pulled my shirt off.

"And I took a shower at the gym." He joked before raining kisses all over me.

For the next hour, we made love and then we laid in the bed together. While flipping channels to find something to watch, a picture of Jericho appeared.

"Wait turn it back to that." I told him patting his ridged stomach.

He turned it back to some music channel channel talking about Jericho releasing a new single from his new album, Jaren vs. Jericho. I was so shocked by the title that I froze. There is no way. I thought to myself as I listened to the news about the album.

I wanted to reach for my phone and ask @JarenvsJericho right then. It had to be a coincidence, there was no way the man in many of my fantasies was reading a story I wrote using him.

The moment KeVon left the room to get something to drink, I sent @JarenvsJericho a new message.

Me: How did you come up with your screenname?