Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 2 (Part II)

Chapter 2

Part II

Alix.

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere daydreaming?” Rayan asked, giving me fire. I took a moment to take a deep breath to hold my tears. My heart began to break. I wanted to go off on him, but I know it wasn’t worth it. “That’s why no one hangs with your emotional, bitch ass! I know I have my issues, but my Nigga… you’re stuck on some bitch who doesn’t even like you,” I thought.  She’s never remotely liked him. She doesn’t flirt back with him unless there’s alcohol around. And there’s always alcohol around! If anything, she likes Chresanto. That shit is clear as day. Zendaya needs to put him on lock because if she doesn’t, he’s going to slip from between her fingers… I thought about Rayan again. That nigga’s probably just having a bad day. I rolled my eyes and stood. Fuck that.

Prod found me with milkshakes in his hand. “Here you go,” he smiled warmly, making my heart race. “Thanks,” I smiled slightly. “What’s wrong?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “Nothing,” I shook my head, avoiding eye contact. “Come on,” he took my hand into his and isolated us from everyone else. We sat in the sand and began eating our milkshakes. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing. I swear,” I told him. He smiled slightly and pecked my cheek quickly. My heart fluttered as I looked at him, shocked. “What was that for?” I asked. “Because I love you… And you’re my best friend. I just want to thank you for being there,” he confessed, looking down at his milkshake. I pecked his cheek in return. “I love you too,” I simply spoke with a smirk.

 

Zendaya.

I spent the remainder of the evening on the boardwalk. I loved skateboarding. It was perfect “me time”. I just want to have some fun. I’m locked down my parents. I don’t need to locked down by Chresanto too. I like Chresanto. I nearly love him, but I’m… kind of scared of commitment. I don’t want a relationship. I just want a fun loving guy who’ll do anything to see me happy. I want a guy who I can talk to about anything. I just described Chres, didn’t I? This shit has got me stressing. I sat down on a bench close to the beach and watched the sun set.

 “Zendaya…” a voice spoke, catching my attention. “Why are you avoiding me?” Chres asked. “I’m not av---.” “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he interrupted me. I sighed. “I’m not avoiding you now, so what’s the problem, Chres?” I asked. “The problem is that you…” he stopped himself from yelling at me by taking a few deep breaths. “Why do I even fuck with you, Zen? All you do is fuck with my emotions,” he shouted. “Look, Chresanto. You’re cool people, but I think we just…” I paused. “Need to chill,” we simultaneously spoke. Chres rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. “What’d you say?” I asked. “I said you sound like a fucking dude, Z,” he spoke clearly. “Well, someone needs to man up!” I shot at him. He laughed, exposing his pearly whites. “You’re kidding, right?” he asked, still smiling. “No, I’m not,” I shook my head. “If manning up means pushing the only one who cares for you away then, yeah, Zendaya… You’re the man. You don’t need me. What ever the fuck we had is done. We’re done!” he shouted before bumping his shoulder roughly into mine as he passed causing me to fall back a little bit. “Fuck you, Chres!” I called after him. “Suck my dick!” he called, taking one final look at me before continuing to walk. I pushed my bangs from out my face and held back the tears that I felt coming. I sighed a shaky breath and turned my back to the direction in which Chres was walking. I skateboarded back home. I’d rather deal with my parents than with Chres or anyone else at that matter. Fuck him. I don’t want him, and I don’t need him. Like he said, I’m the man. Since I’m the man, I don’t need Chres acting like a little bitch because of it. I don’t need his motherfucking attitude or him. I’ve always been fine on my own. What makes him feel as though I need him?

 

Justine.

I awakened topless and dazed in between the sheets of my messy, queen-sized bed. After several moments of struggling to gain the strength to get up, Jacob walked in with breakfast. “Buenos Días, mi amor,” he smirked as I lifted my head from my pillow. “Good Morning, Curly Fry,” I chimed with a slight smile. I leaned down from the bed and reached for Jacob’s tank top which was on the floor. With me being a bit insecure about my body, I didn’t want Jacob seeing me half bare. I slipped it on before rolling out of bed. Jacob placed the tray down before helping me up. Together, we made the bed before starting to eat breakfast on top of the comforter. “Thank you for breakfast, Curly,” I smiled while cutting up one of my pancakes. “No problem,” he winked at me. A virtually comfortable silence fell over us like a blanket as we chewed and drank. “Jacob?” I caught his attention. “Yes, mi amor?” he asked. “Did you mean everything you said last night? About you being broke and l-leaving me?” I asked. “Yeah,” he answered quietly. “Oh,” I simply spoke, struggling to conceal the fact that my heart just broke in half. “I meant everything I said. Even when I told you I love you,” he rested his hand against my cheek. I looked down with mixed emotions. He loves me!! But… he’s leaving me. “Did you mean everything you said?” he asked. “Of course I did,” I spoke, holding back tears. He gazed deeply into my eyes and caressed my cheek lovingly. “Cry if you need to, Justine,” he spoke softly. That’s when I released my tears. “You just… You just drop this bomb on me like this?” I ask. “What?” he asked. “You’re telling me you love me like we’re going to be together forever… Then you tell me you’re leaving me,” I spoke, avoiding eye contact. “Justine---.” “You’re telling me you love me like we’re going to be together forever, but in reality, you’re not ready for us,” I continued. “No digas esas cosas. Te amo con todo mi corazón,” he spoke. “Don’t say such things. I love you with my whole heart.” “Why, Jacob? I’m a fucking insecure mess,” I cried. “No me importa lo que eres. Me importa quién eres. Y eres mía. ¿Lo tienes?” he asked. “I don't care about what you are. I care about who you are. And you're mine. Got it?” I smiled slightly before he pecked my lips sweetly. He pulled away and looked into my eyes, his face close to mine. He leaned forward for another kiss, but his phone rang. He looked at the caller I.D. It was his mother. “Shit… I have to go, mi amor. I’ll be back later. I promise,” he kissed my forehead and stood. He grabbed his shoes and looked around for his tank top. His eyes landed on me before a sly smirk slid onto his face. “Keep the shirt,” he simply said before running out. “Wait, Jake!” I called after him. “Yeah?” he stopped. “I… I love you,” I spoke. “I love you too,” he pecked my lips before leaving. I fell back onto my bed, dazed. “I love him and he loves me,” I mumbled, closing my eyes.