Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 4 (Part I)

Chapter 4

Part I

Zendaya.

I went back to the rooftop with the bouquet of roses Rayan let me have. Chresanto’s eyes went straight to the roses as I walked in. He rolled his eyes and left the rooftop. Imani followed him like a lost puppy. I should’ve stayed in there with Rayan. I just need someone to talk to. I set the bouquet down and kicked off my shoes and socks. I sat poolside, next to my belongings and dipped my feet into water. I picked up the bouquet and took in the fragrance. Chresanto hasn’t given me roses in forever. Imani better watch her back. I might have to snatch Rayan up. I smirked at the thought. I set the flowers down and removed my feet from the water. I tiptoed downstairs to the bedroom I left Rayan in. I crept into the room to see Rayan sitting exactly how I left him. “Ray---.” My words were stopped when Rayan looked up at me with angry eyes. My heart nearly stopped as he stared into my eyes with balled fists. That’s when I heard the talking in the next room. “You don’t need her… You need me. I can make you happy,” Imani’s voice spoke. I continued staring into Ray’s eyes. Imani and Chresanto must’ve forgotten that Prod’s rooms have thin walls. “Ray’s my bro. I wouldn’t do this to him,” Chresanto responded to Imani. “Fuck Ray. If he was doing something even remotely right… I wouldn’t be here with you,” Imani went on to say. There was a silence. “And if Zendaya was even doing what she was supposed to be doing… you wouldn’t be here with me,” she continued.

My hands started to shake. “Well, that’s true,” Chres spoke. I grew as angry as Rayan did. Rayan stood and brushed past me while leaving the room. I dropped to my knees and began to shed tears as soft moans increased in volume. “Chresantoo… Yes, Baby,” I could hear. My heart sank, and I felt sick to my stomach. I’m not even going to lie… I cried like a little bitch last night. When Chresanto broke up with me, I wanted cry so bad when I got home. He was my everything, even if I didn’t show it. To see ----or hear, in this case--- that he’s moved on so fast breaks my heart. I wanted to scream and sob and ask God why, but I remembered that Prod’s house had thin walls. I, instead, stood and left the room. I hurried downstairs to leave, but stopped when I saw Rayan standing by the door. “Ray…” I started off. He turned towards me, showing me the tears he had. “I loved her, Zendaya… She was my everything… I never had a chance, did I? I was nothing more than… a way for her to get more alcohol, Zendaya. I’d give her drinks, she’d spend the night with me with no sex, and leave me as soon as she woke up,” he spoke softly. “Rayan, it’s okay,” I opened my arms. “It’s not okay. Are you fucking blind? Look at me! Look at me! I’m crying over some bitch that didn’t deserve one ounce of my love!” he rejected my offer for a hug. “Rayan, calm down!” I shouted. “No! Fuck her. Fuck him. Fuck love. Fuck everything! I’m done!” he yelled with hatred in his eyes. “Ray... You think you’re the only one heartbroken right now?” I asked. “Quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck, Zendaya! I just want to go home,” he spoke, his voice getting quieter. I hugged him tightly as he continued to shed tears. He hugged me tighter than I hugged him and tried to hold his tears back. I even let my tears flow.

“Come on… Let’s get out of here,” I pulled back and took his hand into mine. He smiled slightly, wiping my tears with his free hand. I smiled back slightly before we left Prod’s home and hopped into Rayan’s car.

Justine.

He laid me back onto my bed with my fingers entangled within his dark curls. “J-Jacob… Are you sure we’re ready?” I asked, looking into his eyes. “I think we’re more than ready, J… Are you not ready?” his eyes showed concern as he caressed my cheek. “I don’t know, Jacob… You’re about to leave me and be gone for who knows how long,” I spoke as his finger traced  my features. “Don’t you want our last being together to be memorable?” he asked, running his index finger across my bottom lip. I nodded, getting hypnotized in his eyes. “Just relax then,” he kissed my lips softly. “I love you,” he spoke, unbuttoning his shirt. “I love you too,” I replied, beginning to unzip my dress. He kissed my neck, tilting my head back. “Jacob,” I whispered as he gripped my hair gently. He kissed my lips hungrily while taking one of my hands into his. He placed my hand against his belt buckle, tempting me to touch his member. I bit his bottom lip as he tried pulling his lips from mine. He eventually broke from my bite, sliding my dress straps off my shoulders. “J-Jacob,” I shyly whispered, trying to prevent him from seeing any skin. He looked into my eyes lovingly. “Relajarse, mi amor,” he spoke soothingly. “Relax, my love.” I searched his eyes before hesitantly letting him undress me. “Te amo,” he pecked my lips. “I love you.” “Te quiero demasiado,” I spoke with a smile. “I love you too.”