Chapter 11

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"Haha!! I don't believe you. You're too goody goody!" Chres said laughing. "It's true. They suspended me for only 3 days though." I was telling Chres about the time I was in 9th grade and I got suspended from school for talking back to the teacher. He'd been over my house for about 3 hours. My legs were across his legs and we were eating popcorn. "Okay enough of this playful talk. I wanna know about your fam. I never see them" As soon as things were going well he asked me that. I hated talking about them. But he asked. "Um. Okay. What do you want to know?" "Where's your mom? Your dad? And your siblings?" He said. "Well. Every day after school before I get home my mom is going straight to work. She comes home around 11 o'clock. My dad died when I was younger. He uh-- was in a car accident." Tears started to form in my eyes. A few fell going slowly down my cheek. He got up to wipe them. "Look ma. If you don't wanna talk about this you don't have to." "No it's fine. But anyways. My siblings. I have a baby sister and a baby brother. They're both twins and are 4 years old. They stay with my aunt and uncle. Their names are Anastasia and Benjamin. My aunt takes care of them because my mom can't. And she doesn't think I'm responsible enough to take care of them while she's at work." The tears were now flowing uncontrollably. I broke down. I hate that I did that. "Hey hey. Its okay." He lifted up my chin and looked deep into my eyes. I could feel his eyes burning into mine. He looked at my lips and looked back into my eyes. He was asking for permission. I nodded my head yes. The kiss was passionate. His lips were soft like they were in my dream. Then all of a sudden, he stopped. And he started shaking his head as in no. "Whats wrong?" I asked in confusion. Did I do something wrong? He grabbed his shoes and left. I grabbed his arm and yelled. "Where are you going?!" "This isn't right. I can't do this!" He yelled back. I was shaking. "Cant do what Roc?!" He was walking out the door and I screamed his name. "CHRESANTO! IF YOU LEAVE DO NOT COME BACK! DONT CALL OR TEXT ME!" He kept walking. He had disappeared into the darkness down the road. I ran into the house, slammed the door and slid down it crying my eyes out. "What did I do?"

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