Just Another Secret.

Chapter 7

Kahlil

It is so hard not to look at Keisha. I love her hair. She wore it out in its natural form. I just want to play with it. It looks so soft. I've never had a girlfriend who wore their natural hair in front of me.

It's only been a week of school and Tasha won't leave me alone. Girls don't get it when I say that I'm not interested. Keisha won't even meet up with me after school. So today I do something stupid.

"Tamera?" I call on her in the hall.

"What does the king want with me?" She says sarcastically.

"I want to apologize on behalf of Tasha for what happened yesterday."

"You are apologizing because you bumped into me and she thought I purposely touched her boy toy so she spilt her iced coffee on me?"

"Tasha is—"

"A freaking lunatic—who you can't control. I don't know what you see in her!"

I cringe. "I will never be with Tasha. Like ever. I know she's crazy. I truly just wanted to apologize and ask if there's anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Two hundred bucks. She ruined couture."

I hand her two bills and she stares at me in shock. "Boy, I wasn't being serious!"

I take a huge step back when she tries to give me back the money. "Nope. You said that's what I can do. So now we are on good terms. See you around." I walk away.

Keisha

Bryson avoids me when my parents are home but when they aren't he sits in my room and stares at me. It doesn't matter what I'm doing. If he thinks I'm suspicious he'll question it. The worst he's done is the hand thigh thing and he kisses the top of my head when I'm half asleep.

Every time I'm on my phone he questions me and I always say it's just Tamera. I never talk to Tamera this much I know he knows that too.

That's why I've been avoiding Kahlil more than ever.

"Bryson your punishment ended three days ago. This was never part of it." I sigh as he is watching me do homework. He's on my bed. I'm at my desk.

"Come here."

I don't dare turn around.

I hear his movement. He tilts my head back. "Are you alright?"

"Yes."

"Why do you sound scared?"

"Bryson I don't like this."

He spins my chair to face him. And he pulls me towards a mirror in my room.

"Look at us." He whispers kissing my cheek.

I try stepping away instead of pushing him away and it was the wrong idea. "Any girl would be lucky to have me!" He screams in my face.

"I'm not that girl Bryson. I'm just your—"

"No! You are mine!" He says like a five year old towards his favourite toy.

I stay silent as he drags me towards my bed to braid my hair as I had my afro out for the first week of school. He used to do this for me when I was little. But it doesn't feel the same. It's silent as he works. Half way through my parents barge into the room.

"Keisha? Are you alright?"

I nod. "Bryson was just checking my homework and offered to braid my hair tonight."