BELIEVE {BxB}

SEVENTEEN

Maurice

In another life...

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My eyes scanned around until I realize that I'm in my dorm room. I hear a few girls giggling and a deep chuckle.

"I told you to be quiet. Now he's up."

I looked next to me and saw that my roommate was somebody I had neva' seen befo'. I raised up from my bed and my head tilted in confusion. He was some random light skin nigga that I had neva' seen a day in my life. He had about three girls sitting next to him on the bed.

"Who the hell are you?"

His brows furrowed in confusion until he just goes to laugh. "How fucked up did you get?" That caused the girls to burst out laughing which only annoyed me. "You know who the fuck I am."

"No, I don't know who you are."

He scoffs. "Maurice, I'm Braxton, your roommate. You trippin', cuh."

I get up from my bed and went to go slide on my shoes. I need to get out of hea', shit is weirding me out.

"Where do you think you're going? You're not the type to leave when some girls are here."

"Yeah, Maurice, baby, where are you going?" One of them asked.

I didn't answer as I just ran out of the dorm room. In the distance, I can hear that Braxton saying that I'm off the shrooms.

While I was running, I accidentally bumped into a hard body. I almost flew back until I caught balance. When I looked up to see who it was, my face turned in horror.

"Aye, watch it. I get enough of that on the field as the number one star player on the team."

"J-Jackson? B-but you're dead," I whispered.

He gives me the same confusion as that Brazilian nigga in my dorm room. "Dude, are you okay?" Then he goes to crack one of the biggest smiles eva'. "I need to have whateva' drugs you are on. You on that good shit?"

I'm tired of everybody thinking that I'm on drugs when I'm not. Everything is so weird.

"You're Maury, right?"

Even in death this nigga still can't get my name right. I sighed as I stared blankly at Jackson. It's nice seeing him again-but this isn't real. "Again, it's Maurice."

Of course all he does is laugh. "Lighten up, dude! It was a joke! Why so serious?"

"This isn't real. You're dead." I even went to touch all on his face, and he just gives me a weird look. "Hell no! You got killed by this crazy nigga at this party. Me and Angel tried to save you."

He just stares at me. "Who's Angel?"

I groaned in annoyance. "Jackson, quit playing you know who that is. You literally took us down to that party."

"Which party are you talking about? I go to so many parties."

I wasn't getting nowhere with him.

"Forget it," I mumbled.

"Catch you later, dude?" He holds his hand out fa' a five. I stared at his hand that was raised, but didn't bother giving him one.