Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 3

Ronnie 123

First period and I was already over this school shyt, you'd think after the weekend I had I'd be bouncing off the walls but this place... it felt like a prison. Before I go into detail about my weekend I just want to set the record straight, I DIDN'T HAVE SEX! I just needed to put that out there because I know some messy ass person is probably investigating what I was doing, though I knew he'd never find out unless the person I was with wanted him to find out.... That man.... sheesh.... that man, it had been a lil minute since I chilled with someone and the vibe was just right, like sitting around and talking, getting to know each other, laying in bed WITHOUT SEX... It was enough to take my mind of him at least for a couple of days but being back in school, seeing his old desk, walking past his old locker... it was like torture to me. I had done well pushing him from my thoughts but every inch of this school reminded me of him in some way; the gym where we spent hours together, our secret duck-off where we'd sneak in between classes, the showers where we'd.... It didn't help that I had a stalker, I deeply regretted fuckin with that nigga, and now.... Great, now he's standing in the door of my classroom requesting to speak with me... if I wanted I could get him fired but I knew what I was doing when I decided to go over to his house and now I had to clean up my mess.

"You've been avoiding me." Coach Stevens said and it took every ounce of restraint not to laugh in his face. "So wassup Terron, you allergic to answering the phone or something?" He asked.

"Nah, I just got what I needed and moved on... I thought we made it perfectly clear that what we had going on was strictly sexual... no feelings, no attachment, no anything.... Clearly you can't follow your own rules because here you are in my face, sounding like you're my nigga or something." I said chuckling quietly, my phone vibrated in my pocket and without looking at it I already knew who it was.

"I get that but you could at least answer when I fuckin call... and I know we agreed, no feelings and all that other shyt but I still care about you Ron... you're my favorite student." He said smiling as if that was supposed to make me feel something, well I did feel something... annoyance that he was wasting my time.

"I gotta take this...." I said pulling my phone out and just like that, I missed his calls... but he was smooth enough to leave a message.

BESTIE: Room 331

That was it, a word and a number and yet the message couldn't have been more clear. I was over this school shyt anyways, senior year was a joke, and without basketball... I pretty much stopped needing a reason to come here. Without saying anything, I walked back into my classroom, gathered all my stuff, and decided to take a personal day... if Carter could do it so can I. As I was leaving I saw Jace, fuck... I really didn't want to deal with this dude but in a way... I should be thanking him because if it wasn't for his stunt I would've never met my new friend... he didn't say anything but I could feel him watching.... as long as he minded his business we wouldn't have any issues.

I should probably take a step back and tell y'all how we met, it was about a month ago. After Jace sent out that stupid ass message with my phone number on it, I was getting hit up by all sorts of men and I was over it... I was about to start putting these niggas on blast but one message really stood out to me; it wasn't the dick or hole pics that I had been getting, it wasn't some disrespectful ass message about what they wanted to do to me, it wasn't an insult from the dudes who were struggling with their sexuality and used homophobia as an outlet.

HIM: I don't usually do this, and I'm still wondering why I'm sending this in the first place... but your pic really struck me and I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about messaging you all day.

ME: Look I appreciate it, but that was a stupid ass joke my friend pulled without my consent.

HIM: Ayy no harm... I just wanted to let you know you're sexy as fuck and I would've regretted it if I didn't at least shoot my shot.