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Kavari Keen Floyd Jr. POV:
Jaylen decided he didn't wanna ride with me to school. I guess I get it. We both heated as fuck. I almost called him out his name, I don't wanna hurt him. I just feel like he moving different. Does the nigga not understand that we got caught by his momma? She deadass saw us kiss. She might as well tell my dad cause I sure as hell am not.
If my pops find out I been kissing boys, he'd for sure kill my black ass.
Shit, if he found out the boy I been kissing supposed to be his stepson, I might as well join my ancestors in their graves.
I pull up to the school seeing Chris and Gabby arguing away in the student parking lot.
It's eight in the morning.
I don't have the time or energy to deal with they shit. I especially don't care.
"The fuck that gotta do with me?" Chris says mugging Gabby. "It got everything to do with you! How you go from being buddy-buddy and then ghosting us?"
Ain't no us, Chris move weird I don't fuck with him like that. "Kavari couldn't give a damn about you or me. He too focused on Jaylen."
Ain't no need to mention him.
I walk up to them just from hearing Jay's name. "What's the problem?" I ask. Class about to start and I don't have time for they shit.
"Mmcht nothing." He mumbles smacking his lips. "Okay so why you mentioning Jay's name? What's the problem?" The fact that Chris think he the shit is what piss me the fuck off. He stay bitching about shit. All the nigga do is complain.
"Chris acts different. I don't know what wrong with you both, but the trio not a trio no more. We all solo and lowkey it hurts to know y'all don't mess with me no more." I didn't realize Me and Chris falling out would affect Gabby so much. Guess we all needed a break huh. "You are deadass overreacting, you hang out with Kavari stepbrother more than you smoke. Ain't somebody catch y'all in the bathroom together?" Chris says with a dry chuckle.
What? I don't say anything.
But my face says enough.
"In the bathroom? Doing what?" I ask invested. Since when did they start hanging out? And why the fuck I ain't know about it? "We was just smoking." She says with a shrug.
Jaylen smoking at school? How dumb can the nigga get? He shouldn't be smoking with anyone but me. The way he smoked at school is dumb. Clearly they didn't get caught by a teacher or admin. But what the hell? He could get kicked out of school for that.
"Dumb as fuck yo. Stay away from Jaylen. How many times I gotta keep telling y'all that? He not like y'all, he shouldn't be smoking and he sure as hell shouldn't be talking to niggas he shouldn't be. So. I'll see y'all when I see y'all."
The day is off to a rough start. ——— I made it to my first period irritated. Why he hanging with Gabby? And why wasn't I told this shit?
This shit eating away at me. I asked to use the restroom but instead, I went to the ISS room.
I walked in to see Jaylen staring away at the clock, waiting for time to pass.
"What you doing here Floyd? Haven't seen you since you quit track your freshman year." Coach Clay asks with a chuckle. "I'm here for Jay, I needa talk to him." Jaylen looks up to the sound of his name, looking between Clay and I. "Y'all go on ahead." Jaylen stands up with a confused look on his face. As we walk out the classroom I close the door just a bit. I don't need the whole world knowing what we talking about.
"Okay, what do you need?"
I'm actually shocked he didn't tell me he started being cool with Gabby. I thought we told each other everything?
"Why didn't you tell me you were hanging with Gabby?" He gives off a scoff rolling his eyes.
We're definitely fixing his attitude when we get home.
"I didn't think it was a big deal. Why're you even stressing yourself out over Gabby?" I'm not stressing about anything. Why would I be stressing over Gabby? I'm stressing over you.
"How would you feel if I started hanging out with Kyah?"
"That's not the same."
"What? Yes it is."
"No, it's not." Jaylen let's out a heavy sigh, running his hand through his hair. "I'm so tired of arguing with you." He says raising his voice a bit.
I look around to see who the fuck he talking to.
Let's bring that tone down immediately.
"I don't know who you think you're talking to, but it's definitely not me. You know Gabby a druggy, you know me and her fell out, so what you hanging with her for?"
"She's a good friend. You're being a bitch. Let it go." He says flatly.
A bitch? Arguing is one thing. Calling me out my name is another. Three months ago if you told me I'd be arguing with this boy, I'd say you trippin heavily.
"Yo who the fuck are you talking to?" My accent becomes thicker with every word I say. I don't know what's happening with us.
It's like I'm losing myself and him in the process, and I'm scared. I don't want things to end like this, but I'm feeling like that's the best option. I'm losing the one person I truly care about.
"On my momma grave, I swear to god if I didn't love yo ass I'd swing on you. Who the fuck are you talking to? You pissing me the fuck off! You talking to me like Ima random on the street."
Tears sting my eyes.
I don't want to lose you.
I blink rapidly before they can even attempt to fall. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry- "You love me?" I did say that huh?
"Yeah but I'm starting to feel like you don't feel the same way." ———— Xoxo Cherry 🍒
