I gazed into his alluring eyes and saw the anguish and unhappiness. We both stared at each other blankly. "Turn around!" Demanded the teacher. I'm a lot more than glad she told me to turn around. All that awkwardness building up.
I don't think I would have ever turned around on my own. But something about Chris was different though. I couldn't seem to grasp what. His eyes were still red. The 'late dismissal' bell had rung. I walked out of the classroom. But I was unsure of how I'd be getting home tonight. I called my mom, but no answer. I sent her a text. I hope she get it. Lord knows she don't know how to use that new phone my dad had bought her for her birthday.
I began to walk because she was not going to reply anytime soon. A car with tinted windows rolled along side me. It was darker so I couldn't see as well. I've been sleepy all day so I could be seeing things. So I brushed it off. "You need a ride?" That all too familiar voice asked. I kept walking as if I did not hear him ask the question. "Do you need a ride?" Chris repeated. I know that he knows I heard this time my dumb ass looked. "Sure." I reply.
Why the fuck I say that? The one damn day I didn't wear my headphones. Why God? Why? I got in the car and thanked him. Then looked at my phone quickly to avoid eye contact with him. It was some awkward silence. So I broke a conversation with him." The tint looks nice. " I compliment.
"Thanks." He says nonchalantly.
"How's the team going?" I ask.
"Good." He says again in his emotionless voice.
"Why you acting like that?" I ask.
"Acting like what?" He says.
"You acting like you can't talk to me or something." I say.
"You made it clear. So why force anything?" He says pulling up to my house.
Damn I didn't even know he felt that way. Was he really trying to change? I feel bad about it. I don't know why. I shouldn't even care but I still do. I sat there in complete silence until my mom finally had called me back.
"Hello."
"Hey. You out of school?" She asks.
"I been out since 5." I say.
"You need me to pick you up?" She asked.
"No, Chris gave me a ride. Why is your voice echoing? You in the bathroom?" I ask.
"Boy stop talking so loud! And mind your business." She says.
I put her on hold just so I could laugh at her. She act like someone can hear our conversation.
"Is dad home?" I ask still laughing.
"Yes. I can sneak you in through the back." She whispers.
"Its OK then." I say.
"You got a place to go tonight?" She asked.
"Yes." I reply.
"Alright. But you bet not let Chris freak on you either." She says.
"How you know-..."
"Mama knows." She says hanging up.
I swear I just heard a brand new person on the phone. Echoes in all. I looked at Chris.
"We're here." He says cueing me to leave.
"I know." I say.
"What you waiting for then?" He asked.
"For you to drive." I reply.
"Drive where? Your house is right here." He says.
"Yours." I say turning on the radio.
He stared with at me with a mean glare. I don't blame him I did just waste his gas up for no reason. He didn't have to drive me either. He took the car out of park and drove. As Chris drove I turned on the radio. Which was blasting Rich Homie Quan Flex came on. This my favorite song by him. I love when he sing. "Screamin' like, oh, ooh, oooh." I sung. Chris turned off the radio. "Why you do that?" I ask.
"It's my car." He says seriously.
"Hater." I reply.
I turned back on the radio. The song was gone off. I hate when that happens. Be Real by Kid Ink. This song 'OK' but it ain't Flex 'good though.
We had finally arrived to the apartment. I went straight to the bedroom. I turned on the TV. I pulled off my shirt and laid on top of the covers watching TV. I flipped through the channels. There was nothing on so I took a shower. I let the soothing water hit my body and roll off for a little bit. Then quickly washed up.
I put on a pair of Chris' boxers from his drawer. I had to reach all the way in the back to find these. They were unopened but the other pair were too big. Why does Chris even have 3 different sizes of underwear? I went to grab a dry off towel. I put on one of Chris' t-shirts as well. I turn the TV back on and watched the news.
I actually like the news, don't judge. Chris walked through the door with two bags in his hand. "I got some food." He says. I grab the bag of food and 'thanked' him and sat back down. He didn't leave the room he just stared at me. "Chris?" I say getting his attention.
"Yeah." He replies.
"May I help you?" I ask.
"Not right now." He says.
I shrugged it off and began to unpack the food out of its bag. It was Italian beef sandwich with a side medium fries from Portillos. Chris sat on the other side and began eating too. After I had finished eating my food, I looked in the refrigerator to see if there were anything to drink. I grab a bottle of Pepsi for Chris and Dr. Pepper for me. I pass Chris bottle. He took the bottle and got up to leave. "Where you going?" I ask.
"It doesn't matter." He says.
I wasn't too concerned. I just decide to get ready for bed. I plugged mmy phone into the socket. I listen to some music as I went to sleep.
Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me
Every time I come to fuck with you
You make up all the rules
You ought to do it
Just because our car's moving
Are you in my fucking corner for real?
Oh, are you plotting to kill?
I tell you just how I feel
But you never hear
Oh, why you take it like that?
Now you wanna leave and never come back
I don't control you, I ain't never say that
Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back
Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me
Every time I try to fuck with you
Nothing ain't ever enough for you
And I had all this hope for you
But all you do is open wounds
I could be fucking with them other niggas
I know you ain't them other niggas
I don't fuck with a lot of bitches
Just my real bitches
Why you keep talking about it, you keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
I ain't gonna lie, no I ain't gonna lie like it was just his fault
But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, Oo-ee, that's his loss, young nigga.
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I woke up at my usual time for school. I went in the bathroom and brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush. Then brush my hair with my brush. There was a bag of clothes on the edge of the bed. When did this get here?
I opened the bag up. It had a white Nike swoosh shirt and a pair of short black camo joggers. I walked in the kitchen to see Chris laid back on the couch with a some bruises and cuts.
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