My Ride Or Die

Chapter 3

Brice POV
"Why are you making us go so early. And why do I have to wear shades right now? The sun's not even up yet." I groan as I sit in the passenger seat of one of the presidential vans.

"So that you arent noticed anywhere. Do you know what would happen if people saw you out of the white house?!" Khalil asks like im crazy and I shrug.

"Wont my parents notice Im gone." I state.

"Nah I left your mom a note saying you are doing studies and not to disturb you."

I roll my eyes as I say under my breath, "Why did I even ask."

We drive down a neighborhood that has graffiti on many of the houses and buildings and there are half naked kids playing outside with soda cans.

"Shouldn't they be playing with a ball?" I ask as he pulls up to house.

"Dont you think they would be if they had one." He says smartly as he gets out of the car and I follow.

I hold my purse closely to me as we go up the squeaky steps. I look at my surroundings as he tries to find the key to unlock the door.

There are some boys across the street...smoking like Khalil had done yesterday but they had different types of substances and they were holding brown bottles. One saw me and nudged the first guy who then looked in my direction.

I quickly turned around just as Khalil opened the door and I walked in. As he shut the door he made his way into the kitchen with me trailing behind.

"Is this your home?" I ask

"Yup."

"Lovely." I mumble looking at the broken frames and the scratched up dirty white walls.

There were very few dishes and everywhere had used cigarettes and empty brown bottles. Khalil grabs a key off the table and then goes to his fridge, taking out an old sandwich.

"Want anything?" He asks

"Uh no thanks."

He shrugs and shuts his fridge as he continues to eat his sandwich. I follow him to another door next to the kitchen and we go through to see an old pick up truck. It was rusty and gray but still looked like it was working.

"Wow..um..your trucks real nice." I state as he snorts.

"Please state my truck as she."

"She? Its a girl." I say seriously and he nods.

"Yup and her names Shanaenae. Shay for short." He says getting in the truck.

I look at the handle of the truck and take out a napkin to wipe it before pulling the door but it wouldnt budge.

"Come on..you got noodles for arms?" Khalil snaps before pushing the door open from the inside.

I jump as the door hits the wall before I get in. His garage door was already open and he pulled out and went down the seat.

"Arent you afraid that someone would steal your car?"

"Nah..no body would cross me in this neighborhood and plus I dont think anyone would want old Shay."

"Have you ever thought of maybe a..ehem..makeover?" I look at the stained seat as I move my leg away from it.

"Of course but I dont have the money for that and before you say anything I dont want your charity."

"Oh um sorry."

The rest of the ride is quiet until we approach a huge building. He parks the car and gets out.

"Well are you coming?" He asks and I hesitantly push the door open.

"Where are we?"

"The mall?" He says as if its stupid that I asked.

I blush as we enter and cool air hits my face. Woah its huge in here.

"You know what else is huge." Khalil smirks.

Oh my gosh did I say that out loud?!

"Ok so everything we buy today is on...your dads credit card." He smirks holding up my fathers card.

I gasp, "How did you-"

"Uh uh...no questions. Now where do you wanna start, Jewlery, clothes, shoes, or the shit you girls put on your face.

"This is all overwhelming." I say under my breath but he still hears me.

He sighs, "Brice...your whole look is going to change so you might as well face the reality of it all now."

My whole look? But I like what I look like? I dont want to change because of one guy.

"Take me home." I say abruptly

"What?"

"Take me home. Im not suppose to be out of the white house. I need to go home and you need to stop trying to be a stylist and just be my guard."

He looks at me a little pissed before mumbling, "lets go."
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"So you passed up a chance of free gowns." Anisa looks at me disgusted and shocked.

"Thats not the point Anisa. Its the fact that he wanted to change me. Im fine with being me." I sit on my bed.

"Well maybe sometimes you just have to try something different. Now if you'll excuse me, Im gonna take a walk with Rupert around the garden."

"At 10 at night?"

She smiles before winking at me. She picks up her dress and walks out. I lay back on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

Maybe I should have taken the chance but...this is me and Im gonna remain this way.