Kelani: Volume ✖️

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By the end of the day, everybody had my number. Even Juan. I decided I could at least be coo with the nigga and just not fuck with him like that. Plus, we had this project so...

I was on my way home, walking and letting the breeze hit my face. I sighed as I licked my dry lips.

"Want a ride?" I looked up and seen Juan. I wasn't really surprised. I stopped walking and looked up at him, thinking about it. I didn't mind the walk, to be honest, but I felt like if I said no he wouldn't leave me alone.

"It's whatever." I answered, shrugging. He smirked, obviously expecting me to decline his offer. He walked back to the school parking lot where his car was and we both got in. It was a military green Jeep Wrangler.

The little smirk remained on his face as we pulled off, and I couldn't help but laugh. He was obviously too hype.

"You wanna go to my crib and chill for awhile? Work on this project?" He asked, his eyes on the road as he bit his lip nervously. Well, we did have to work on this project...

I shrugged after a minute. "Yeah."

He nodded and stayed quiet for a minute. I'm pretty sure he was thinking about what to say next. I wanted to laugh again. I never saw him act like this around other girls.

"Why you ont like me?" He asked out of nowhere. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. Nobody really questioned me about that. They just left me he hell alone and kept it moving. So this definitely surprised me.

"I don't not like you I just don't like your ways. I'm not opposed to being coo with you I just would never put myself in the line of fire knowing how you are." I answered honestly. He nodded, giving his lips a slow lick. Mm..

"What if I knew somebody could change that for me? My ways, I mean..." He questioned. I knew where he was getting at, and I wasn't falling for it.

"If you'll do it for me, you'll do it for somebody else. Trust me, you got enough girls to entertain. I don't need to be another one." I laughed, shaking my head. "We can be coo, though. I ain't against that."

He nodded again, pulling up to a nice ass house. I mean, it was huge.

(House in media)

"Damn..." I mumbled under my breath, but Juan managed to hear me anyway.

"Like it?" He asks, getting out of the car. I did the same.

"Ya parents must be rich or some." I said, my eyes never leaving the beautiful home. He shook his head, walking towards the front door with me on his heels.

"This my house, baby." He smirked, opening the door and holding it open for me. I walked in and another small gasp managed to escape my lips.

It was absolutely gorgeous.

This couldn't be all him.

"Uh huh, so yo parents don't live with you and you can afford all this? You a trapper, ain't you?"

He laughed, closing and locking the door and walking towards the living room where I soon followed.

"Obviously." He sighed, plopping down on his couch. I sat down next to him, still admiring the features of his home. I nodded. Business must be doin hella good.

"Shit get hard sometimes, I ain't gone lie, but I then got accustomed to living like this and I can't go back to the way I was living before." He shook his head, pulling out a blunt from an armrest in his couch and lighting it. "I refuse."

I watched him, biting my lip as my mind went back to how I used to live with my mother. Happy and too young to know what was going on. Just happy I was with her. Come to find out she didn't want me. I sighed.

Gaining my focus back, I realized his eyes were on me, studying me. I felt exposed. Like he could see right through me.

To quickly advert his attention, I snatched the blunt out of his mouth and took a few small hits myself, breathing slow as the smoke entered my lungs. I hadn't smoked in a while. It was something I needed to do more often, keep the stress away.

He leaned back, I could tell his eyes were still on me as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. I looked at him, surprised, but then shrugged and leaned back on the armrest and took another hit before he took it back.

We stayed like that for a while, passing the blunt back and forth before anyone spoke.

"You want some to eat? Shit this blunt made me hungry." He stood up, with me still in his arms as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Put me down." I groaned, getting dizzy. He sat me on the counter and started looking through the fridge as I leaned my head back on the cabinets and closed my eyes.

"Wake yo ass up. Ain't no sleepin in this bih." He slapped my leg, causing me to laugh a little. I opened my eyes and looked down at him while he ate a piece of fruit. He saw me watching and gave me a piece of pineapple which I happily accepted.

"Juan, how old are you? Don't you gotta be a certain age to have a house in yo name?" I asked curiously, rolling my lips around in my mouth. He shrugged, and answered after he finished chewing.

"I'm 19, though. I been living here for almost a year."

"Ohhh." I nodded, taking some more of his fruit and plopping it in my mouth. "Where are ya parents?"

He didn't answer immediately, and right when he didn't I knew they must be dead. I nodded, letting him know he didn't even have to say nun else. Damn. Both of em, though?

"Break in gone wrong, I guess." He sighed, licking his lips and leaning his head back on the cabinet right next to the one I was currently leaning against. My head immediately snapped down at him.

"That's how I lost my pops." I said softly, my body not allowing my voice to sound any stronger. He looked at me.

"Damn." was all he could fix himself to say. I sighed and shook my head. "What about ya ma?" he asked after a second.

"I don't know." I answered honestly. I hadn't seen her since I was little, since my aunt adopted me. "She got hooked on drugs after he died." I closed my eyes and let a breath out I hadn't even realized I was holding.

After another wave of silence, Juan moved from next to me and walked towards the living room.

"Let's get this project started."

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Sorry I  took so long! 😁

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-Avana 💜