This story is about 16 year old Kentrell Gaulden and 15 year old Javen Scott. Both recently moved to Atlanta, Georgia due to personal problems. They meet at school and become best friends along with some of Kentrell's fellow friends from where he pr...
April 22, 2020 11:26 a.m Los Angeles, California Javen Khari Scott
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I sat down on the ground opening boxes that had hair products and things in them. I had bought a big ass building that was up for sale. I decided to make it into a hair business. This was something that I thought would be fun, it's nothing major. I mean I love hair, I love to do my hair and other people's hair. It's kinda obvious, I switch my hair damn near every 3 days.
I've been working on this for months and everything really was coming together. I hoped everything went as planned. I didn't like for my money or time to be wasted.
There was a small knock on the door and I seen it was Kentrell.
"Wassam, can I come in?" I chuckled.
"Bring yo ass in here boy. Better put on some gohdamn hand sanitizer before you touch anything else. You know it's this so called virus going around." He shook his head coming in.
He picked me up off the floor making me laugh.
"Bae stop, I have stuff to get done." I said and he sat me down on the counter.
"I miss you damn, you don't ever be at the house no more." He said.
"Well I'm sorry I'm just trying to get everything finished and done the way I want it."
"I'm almost done too, give me a few more months and this bitch gon be running." He smiled.
"I'm proud of you." He kissed my cheek.
"Thanks, I'm trying." He nodded looking around.
"Well come on." I raised an eyebrow.
"What where we going?"
"Somewhere, come on mamas."
"No, can we go where I wanna go? You always get to pick." I whined.
"Fine, whatever you want." I hopped down off the counter going to put everything away.
"Ouch!" I yelled moving away from him when he slapped my ass like he was crazy.
"Stop bending over in front of me then." I rolled my eyes grabbing my things. We left out the building and he grabbed my arm dragging me to his car.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you mean? We finna leave."
"Nigga I'm going to drive my car."
"Nah nigga we driving my shit." I crossed my arms putting all my weight onto one foot.
"You said whatever I want." He sighed heavily.
"And what I want, is to drive my car."
"Fine, lets go. Crybaby." I mushed his head going to my car.
"Damn." I heard him say and I only rolled my eyes. I knew he was staring at my butt. I really admired how he loved my natural body because not a day goes by that I don't think about getting work done.
We got in the car and I sighed. I was going to start the car but he stopped me.
"What?" He stared at me, a lustful look is what he gave me.
"Can you stop? You making me wanna go to the backseat." I chuckled.
"We can go back there after you answer my question." He smiled grabbing ahold of my hand. He placed a kiss on it making me smile.
"Wassup?" He looked at me and I looked at him. We had each other's full attention.
"I want you to be honest ok." I nodded.
"Are you hurting yourself?"
"Huh?"
"Are you hurting yourself Javen?"
"Wh- no. Kentrell why would you ask something like that?" He pulled out my blade that had dried blood on it.
"Act stupid now." I looked away from him, he grabbed my face bringing back our eye contact.
"Let me see."
"See what Ken-"
"Javen, I literally got the proof that you doing it right here. Let me see." I sighed.
"Kentrell pl-"
"Let me see, I'm not going to hurt you ok." I nodded pulling up my sleeve allowing him to see. His eyes landed upon the cuts on my arm. Some old and some new.
"Why?" He asked and I shrugged as tears filled my eyes.
"I don't know ok, I don't. But it's nothing." I tried to start the car once again but he took my keys.
"No. You gon talk to me." A tear rolled down my face.
"Kentrell I don't want to talk about this right now ok. Can we just laugh and smi-"
"So you want me to just let this slide?"
"Hell I'm hoping you will."
"Well I'm not!" He yelled and I looked down. He took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I ain't mean to yell at you like that Ight. But I'm not gon leave this alone. Are you depressed Jay?" I shook my head.
"Javen."
"What?!"
"Are you depressed?" I stared at him.
"No."
"Javen-"
"I SAID NO! Gohdamn leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled and then we just sat there. In complete silence. Then all the sudden he spoke up.
"If you ever yell at me like that again, imma fuck up yo walk." He looked at me.
"Understood?" I nodded.
"Now are you depressed? Do you feel despressed? And you really need to let me know so I can help you." I nodded my head slowly.
"I tried to kill my self one again the other day. I almost swallowed a whole bottle of yours pills that you take for your anger-"
"Javen."
"I know, and I'm sorry ok. That's selfish. But all these losses have been taking a toll on me too. I'm sorry." He nodded grabbing my hand.
"How many times do I have to tell you, you can talk to me about anything? I don't want you to fear me, good, bad, ion give a fuck if it make me mad. You can talk to me about ANYTHING. And I would rather you tell me the truth than a lie. Ok." I nodded.
"I love you."
"I love you too." He smiled.
"This is what you call communication."
"Which we are getting wayyyy better at." We laughed.
"Nah I'm getting better at it. You still the same, mean and stubborn." I waved him off.
"Whatever can I have my k-" My phone started ringing and I seen it was Skylar.
