This Is Me ( stud x fem )

Chapter 21 - Cloudy

*Kylie in the media*
Summer
"Mo? Mo!" I call for Monique's attention, but she's zoned out. "Monique Jansen Smith!"
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?" she groans out. "What you want?"
I touch her shoulder. "You like Dee. I can see it in your eyes."
She rolls her eyes. "Fine if I do.... Now what? We cant be together! We work together, hell."
Dee looks at me.
I throw my hands up. "Oh noooo! I cant keep secrets."
Dee gives me puppy dog eyes and Mo laughs.
I laugh. "Okay. Okay. I'll try, but-"
"That's all I ask. Now, Mo... Give me a chance. Let me take you out." My phone beeps.
I look down.
RayBeez: Meet me in the gym. 2 mins. Love you!
"Hey yall!" I jump back in. "I got to go. Work yall selves out. Mnk?"
I walk out of the bathroom and head for the stairs.
"Hey there, beautiful," a stud says to me.
I glance at the white stud. She's gawjuss! "Hi."
She sounds nervous. "Im Kylie. They call me Ky. And you are..."
"Summer," I giggle out as I push a piece of hair back.
"Like the season?" she asks.
I nod.
"Well, that's beautiful," Ky says smiling hard. "And that matches you."
"Thanks," I say shyly. Then I walk away.
Ky grabs my wrist to make me turn around. She laughs. "Don't think I'm holding you up to flirt. I just think you're so beautiful that you should be in the paper."
I blush. "Really?"
"Im a journalist and a photographer." Ky bites her lip at me and holds the camera up. "So, wadaya say?"
I smile. "I say you're still flirting, but here." I pose for the picture.
She tilts the camera. "Per-fecto mami!" She takes five shots and then puts the camera down. She checks them out. "Okay, beautiful. One of those was for the paper and the other four....." She smiles. "For me. Goodbye bubby!" She turns around. "And here's my number if you want more pictures." She hands me a business card.
"Bubby?" I ask, touching her hand.
She smiles. "Um.... Its stupid. Im not gonna-"
I touch her hand. "No tell me."
"Im from Jamaica," she starts. "We used to want to be English so bad. So, we used to call each other Bubby because that's what this Jamaican called his British wife on a movie. She looks like you." She stop. "Im corny. I know. I know."
"No, I think it's cute!" I say. I look at my watch. "I got to go."
"Summer!" Ray's voice echoes in the stairway.
I look up. "Im sorry. I-"
"You talk to this asshole?" Ky mumbles.
I nod.
"What'd she say?!" Ray asks.
Ky clenches her fists. "Leave me alone, big ass bully. You dont scare me, fuckboy."
"I sure didn't scare your girlfriend!" Ray smirks. "How is Lashay? She doing better?"
"Yea," Kylie mumbles. "Thanks to you, she moved." Kylie looks at me deeply. "You okay?" she asks, looking afraid to leave me.
I nod. "Im fine. Thanks. You can go."
"Yea, you can go." Ray grabs my wrists. "Let's go Summer!" She drags me up the stairs basically.
Once we're at the top, there's the gym. She drags me to the locker room. "Listen here, you fuck!" she screams. "You treating me like shit! Like I aint done shit for you! I made you! I saved you! Im the only person that's gonna love you! You got that?"
I shake my head. "Ray, baby, calm down. I never..."
"You touching all over some bitch, and expect me not to be pissed off!" she yells.
I reach our for her hand. "Could you just stop yelling?"
She looks at me with so much rage in her eyes. "Stop?" she says giving an off in the distance stare. She's looking at me, but not looking at me.
"Ray, are you high?" I ask, yelling.
She looks at me like Im crazy. "Stop changing the fucking subject! You like that bitch dont ya?"
I laugh at her. "I just met her two minutes ago, Ray!"
She looks pissed off that I laughed at her. "Summer, you jus-"
"I aint do shit, fuckboy!" I yell. "You are worse than my damned mom's friends!" I get up and try to walk out.
Ray pushes me against the lockers, making me fall.
I start crying, holding on to my arm.
Ray snaps out of her little trance. She comes down to me, holding me. "Baby, I'm sorry. I just-"
"Dont touch me, you crazy son of a bitch!" I yell.
Ray holds me through my kicking and screaming. "Im sorry. Im just crazy about you! I dont..... I dont want to lose you," she says, standing up. She cries against the locker.
I get up, walking towards Ray. "Bae. Its okay. Just d-... Dont cry!"
We stand there hugging for a while, crying to each other.
This is okay. This is okay. She didn't even really hit me. I'm finding myself making excuses for Ray. The same way my mom made excuses for her boyfriends. But Ray... She's different... Right?
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Mo
Dee and I have been in this bathroom talking fucking for two class periods. People have been banging on the door to get in, but Dee locked it. "No one in, no one out," she keeps saying.
We're breathing hard and her mostly naked body has scratches everywhere. Im on the sink completely naked. Dee's between my legs, kissing on my neck. "Wait, wait. Stop."
"What?" I ask, half out of breath. "We've been fucking for two hours. I understand if you're tired."
"Do you want me?" Dee asks, panting.
I'm quiet.
"Do you want me?" Dee repeats, her breathing more controlled now.
Im still quiet.
She says it again. Adding, "C'mon."
"I-I-I..."
"Do you? Want me?" she repeats.
I look up. "I dont know. I just-"
"Well, answer this," she starts. "What do you feel when you touch me?"
I want to say, "Everything! I feel everything. I feel new. I feel like a brand new tool! Clean. Fresh. Perfect," but I simply say, "I feel nothing. I-I got to go!"
Dee reaches out for me. "You just cant act like you dont feel that. You make me feel like an anima-"
"Im a STEM, Dee!" I scream finally. I look for my clothes.
Dee grabs my hand. "WHAT?!"
"Im. A. Stem." I repeat.
Dee lets go. "Monique, I-I-I thought--"
I grab the clothes I had on off of the floor. I slide them on. "If you never want to talk to me again, that's fine. I'll stick your sister's clothes in your mailbox... Bye."
Dee slips on her pants. "Wait!" she pulls her shirt over her head. "It's just... You just lied to me!"
I frown. "I need to clear my head! Dee, I... I have feelings for you. You're a stud! Im not supposed to like you!" I storm out of the bathroom with Dee chasing behind me. I start running. I need to hear my head. It's cloudy up there.
Cloudy.

Will Summer keep the secret about Dee and Mo?

Is there even a Dee and Mo anymore?

Will Dee forgive Mo for her lies?

What do you think of Kylie?

Does Kylie seem to like Summer? or Summer like Kylie?

Why does Kylie hate Ray?

Is Ray abusive?

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