A'raya

Chapter 21 💋

Hi. I'm at church but I came through, can I get an amen?

Lemme stop playing.

Enjoy this chapter and wait patiently while I write chapter 23 so I can give you chapter 22 😘

Also I'm on my phone so I copied and pasted from google docs so sometimes paragraphs get stuck together and if I don't fix it here I will when I get home. Enjoy babes

Zane's mom called me out of nowhere to tell me that she was coming to visit. I was not ready for this at all; plus, King is sick, physically shaking, and sweating in bed.

Leslie mentioned something about Hassan and my mother having a history, so maybe I'll ask about that. I just pray to God that he doesn't get mad when I mention my mother's connection to him.

I sighed. "King, let me call Lucky."

He shook his head. "No. I can do it; it's fine."

"You're sick in bed because of this." I pointed out.

"This isn't...isn't normal, A'raya." King shivered. "I–I need to help my–myself,"

"White is worried about you."

King scoffed. "W–well, I'll be fine."

I sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, if you keep b–babying me, I–I will never let–let it go. Please."

I frowned. "You're shivering, your temperature is high, and you're stuttering. Are you sure?"

"Y–yes, damn, I'm not dying."

I nodded. "Ok, I have to get ready for Zane's parents anyway."

King nodded and closed his eyes as I quietly left his room.

"Is he gonna be ok?" White asked.

I smiled. "Yes, it's just a cold or maybe the flu, not too life-threatening."

White smiled in relief. "Ok," she whispered. "That's good."

I nodded. "I'll have one of the maids bring food up for you and King. I have Zane's parents over, so we can't have dinner together."

White nodded. "Ok, I'll be in the piano room if you need me."

I smiled. "Have fun."

"I will."

I sighed...lord give me strength.

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I sighed, putting my eye pencil down and looking back. "Zane, don't you have anything else other than black?"

Zane looked at his outfit and back at me. "No."

"Why? It's like you're always attending funerals."

"You always wear your purple wig, but I don't complain." Zane retorted.

"Nigga–I meant baby; I'm tired of seeing you in black." I got up and went into the closet. "God, you don't even own white socks. Zane." I whined.

"Calm down."

I sighed, exasperated. "How can I calm down? We're late, I'm definitely not dressed up, and you're too busy being emo."

Zane scoffed. "I haven't painted my nails black; chill out." I glared at him, and he sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist as I went back into doing my eyeliner. "I know what will help." He whispered.