Chapter 33

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Khadijahs POV

My throat was dry and scratchy which caused me to wake up. I was kinda confused because I wasn't in my room but then I remembered what happened yesterday.

"You up?" Chris asked out of nowhere.

It scared me and I jumped a little. I looked to my left and saw Chris on his side facing me. He was laughing probably because I got scared. The curtain was open and the sunlight shined perfectly on Chris. Gosh, he's so cute.

"Were you watching me sleep?" I asked.

"No," He replied firmly but he started to blush so I knew he was lying.

"Mhm. Sure," I said crawling out of bed. Chris still laid there, not making any attempt to get up.

"C'mon. Get your Edward wannabe ass up and come with me," I teased.

Chris gave me a dirty look but did it anyway. We got to the kitchen and started rummaging for food. We decided on some hot pockets.

"Come how your parents aren't here? I never see them actually." I wondered. I took a seat at the island. Chris sat next to me.

"Church probably," Chris answered.

That made me remember that it was Sunday! I need to call my Grandma to let her know i'm okay. I saw that I have 4 missed calls from her. And nothing from Kiana.

"Khadijah, where are you?!" Grandma yelled.

"I'm still with my friend Grandma. I feel asleep late and forgot about church, sorry," I said.

"Come home right now!"

"We're eating."

"You have 30 minutes."

"Okay fine. Bye love you."

She rudely hung up on me.

"Everything good?" Chris asked, handing me the hot pocket.

"Yeah, I forgot to go to Church," I giggled.

Chris nodded and ate some of his food. "You never told me why you was at Treys last night."

"Kianas stupid ass told me to go," I rolled my eyes.

"So you did?"

I didn't like Chris's tone. The way he said it made it sound as if I was a follower.

"Well, I actually wanted to go to. I wasn't just listening to her," I defended myself.

"For what though? You ain't really a party girl," Chris chuckled.

And just like that my good mood was gone. I don't want to be that quiet, loser girl anymore! I want to do stuff and experiance things not just study and read all the time. I hate that thats the reputation I have.

"You don't even know me," I shot back.

"Stop playin', I know all about you," Chris said. He was smiling so obviously he didn't know that I was upset.

"You really don't," I said.

Chris sucked his teeth. "What you getting so mad for?"

"You're annoying."

"Nah, you're annoying. Last night wasn't you. Ion know why you're tryna change."

I rolled my eyes. "See, I told you you don't know me."

"Stop saying that!" Chris snapped.

"Well its true! Whats my middle name? Whats my favorite store? What do I wanna be when I grow up?"

"Ion know nun' of that but I still know you."

"How?"

"Well I know you can't eat your food if its touching. I know you sleep with all the doors in your house closed 'cause you scared of monsters. I know you got a teddy bear to protect you. . ." Chris faced me and leaned in so our faces were very close to eachother. "I know you miss me and I miss you too, Dijah."

Chris closed his eyes expecting a kiss but opened them when he felt my hand on his chest pushing him away.

"Can you take me home?" I asked wearily.

This argument was letting me remember why i'm not talking to him in the first place. Chris is very deceitful and a liar. He played with my feelings and emotions with no remorse. Saying he misses me is not gonna fix anything.

The car ride we didn't talk at all and no music played. It was complete silence. Both Chris and I were upset. I was upset because I already know that Chris isn't genuine. He's trying to play me again. I have no idea why Chris is upset. Its Chris's fault that we broke up.

I got out the car but before I could close the door Chris said my name.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," Chris said. I had a feeling he wasn't talking about the argument but about the bet. He looked in my eyes and tried to look emotional but I know better than that. I slammed the door and walked away.
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I walked into school on Monday with a big smile on my face. Its crazy how much I've changed over the course of only 4 days. I made 2 new friends, smoked weed, kissed a girl, went to a party, and tried lean. The party was a disaster and I don't know if i'm still friends with Kiana and Victor but still it was a new experiance.

The locker area was full as I approached it. I stood behind some people waiting for them to leave. I was just minding my business when someone threw their arm on my shoulder. Just by the scent I knew it was Chris.

"I seen yo ass cheesin. You happy to see me, baby?" Chris smirked.

All of Chris's friends gave him an odd look which was weird because if he was trying to play me again I thought they would've known about it.

I scoffed and stepped away from Chris. "No," I said.

"Don't lie."

"No one is lying Maurice."

Chris didn't reply because Keeis came up to him and started talking. I know for a fact that I heard my name in their conversation. By the time I got to my locker mostly everyone was already in class. I shut my locker and almost gad a heart attack when I saw Chris standing there.

"You scared me! Why are you here?!" I shouted.

"I'm here to walk my girl to class obviously," Chris replied. He grabbed my binder and started carrying it. He put his other arm around me again.

"Take your arm off," I demanded.

Chris is so annoying, he just tightened his arm. "Nah, i'm good."

I pushed him away from me. Chris is way taller than me so its not like I did any damage. Still, he pushed me back unnessasarily hard. I tripped over my own feet and fell right on my ass.

"Why'd you push me that hard? Its hurts," I whined.

I got up and gave Chris a dirty look.
He placed his hand on my butt and squeezed it.

"Aw, want me to kiss it?" Chris joked.

Luckily, Mr. Lees class was right there.

"Go to class," I mumbled. I was staring at the ground trying to hide my blushing face.

"You gon' miss me?" Chris asked, kissing me on the cheek.

"Nope," I replied walking away.

Don't lie to yourself, you know miss him so much my subconsious thought.

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