𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

Chapter Two

I was at home alone doing homework, Serenity was at cheer practice and Mama was doing rounds at the hospital. I had Ghetto Supastar blasting in my ears when I got a text from an unknown number.

- Hey

- who is this..?

- Miles.

- oh so ur ready to ACTUALLY do work now?

- What? I was only going to ask for your address

- oh, myb

I sent him my address and put my phone face down so I wouldn't be tempted to pick it up again. But, curiosity took over my senses, and I picked it back up again to stalk his socials.

"He doesn't even have Instagram?" I thought to myself, I have looked and typed in every search bar I could for all social media apps and haven't found his name ONCE.

What do I care anyway? He's an asshole who doesn't deserve my time or attention. While lost in my thought of how much I hated Miles, I didn't even notice my phone was ringing, my KC Undercover-themed ringtone going off and once I looked at the caller ID, I immediately picked it up.

"Hey girl, what's up?" I say, slowly forgetting about my previous thoughts of him.

"Hi bae, I just thought I check on my girl and see how she doing" My best friend, Whitney replied.

Whitney and I go back a long way since she moved here in fourth grade. We were THE best duo the world has ever seen until we met Celeste, then that's when we became the best trio since the golden trio.

Everybody always told us we'd never stay friends for long because trios never worked out, but why should we worry about the future and just live in the moment of our friendship? That's all that matters.

"I'm good; just waiting for this guy from my chem class to come over so we can work on a project."

"Oh? Well girl don't let me stop you from getting that dick" Whitney snickered, I could hear her smiling through the phone

"It's not like that, Whit, we're just going to work on a project," I laughed.

"Yeah sure that's what they ALL say, just use protection babes"

"I am now hanging up. Goodbye"

She kissed her teeth before telling me to have a good night. As soon as I hung up the phone, the doorbell rang, and I jumped up to open it, and there he stood.

"Hey" I awkwardly blurted out, I felt a weird sensation in my stomach.

He nodded as if that was his silent way of saying hi. I don't know why dudes do that as if saying a single word makes them too cool.

I opened the door wider to let him in and as he went in, I noticed he didn't even stop to remove his shoes.

"Where do you think you going with them dirty ass shoes?" I exclaimed.

He turned around and looked at me as if I insulted his bloodline. "What?"

"Everybody knows you gotta take your shoes off when you enter a house."

"It's not that serious."

I didn't even bother replying and just stood in my doorway with my arms crossed, bouncing one foot, waiting for him to take off his shoes because we won't get anything done until he does.

After a few moments, he sighed, bending down to untie his Air Forces while muttering obscenities under his breath.

"Don't ever pull that in a black household again," I warned him, pointing my finger at him while he rolled his eyes at me.

I led him to my dining room table, which was spacious, and we could do most of our work there.

"So, do you know what we're doing for the project?" I asked.

"If you were paying attention to what she was saying instead of spacing out most of the time, then you'd know," He answered, looking down at his drawing pad instead of me.

"How'd you know I was spacing out then if you were paying attention the whole time?"

"To point you out on the fact that you weren't paying attention, which you weren't"

I glared at him, or at least his forehead since he wasn't looking up at me. I couldn't tell what annoyed me more, the fact that I was talking to him and he wasn't looking at me, or that he thought himself to be higher than me. Two can play that game.

"It was covalent bonds."

"What?" He looked at me with a surprised and confused look on his face.

"The project was to make a model showing covalent bonds."

He didn't respond and just looked at me with a wild look in his eyes, as if he were undressing my every thought or at least trying to. His dark brown eyes stared into mine like two waves trying to overlap. I took a moment to examine his facial features and eyes, which were his most imminent feature, and caught me in a trance I couldn't break away from.

After what seemed like ages, a phone ringing broke the somewhat comfortable silence. I looked down to check if it was my phone, but it wasn't. I looked at Miles, but he was already moving across the room to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" He softly responded, with a change in his demeanor.

Now, I usually give another person their privacy when they're on the phone, but he was in my house and technically in the same room, so it's not my fault if I hear a few things.

"Dad, I told you I was at a friend's house. We're working on a project." He paced around, avoiding my gaze while my eyes silently followed him.

"She did what? No, I'll take care of it; just don't touch her. Yeah, fine. I'll be there soon." He hung up and picked up his backpack, shoving his sketchpad in there. Who's she?

"Where are you going?" I asked. "We haven't even gotten to start the project yet."

"I have to take care of something at home. We can talk about this later or something, but I really gotta go." He frantically put his shoes on, about to race out the door.

I couldn't hide the fact that I heard his conversation "So NOW I'm a friend?"

He looked back at me as he was about to head out the door.

"You're alright," he said, giving me a small smile. Then he turned back and shut the door behind him as he walked out.