Accidental [ Part 2 ][ BoyxBoy]

Chapter Six

-Raquel-

Sam was cool. I mean, the nigga could stand to pull his dreads out his face when we were talking but it was all good. His dreads gave him a wild look - Untwisted and wild, they wswung when they wanted, and tangled together how they wanted. And if he didn't mind, neither did i.

During our conversation, Sam had sat back on his bed and began to toss a football up in the air.

I hadn't asked about the football but the conversation was dying out and i wasn't trying to move, so i asked. " you play football?"

" I did." He shrugged. " i got a scholarship my junior year in high school to come play. That was my damn dream. I graduated highschool and finally got here and the first week of practice i fucked around and my leg got twisted the wrong way and - " he sighed. " shit happenes."

" You a Sophomore? Junior?"

" hell nah, man." He sat up and tossed the ball to me to catch and i tossed it back. " I'm a senior. And believe me, i can't wait to get out this bitch. I fucking hate to school. Trust me, if it wasn't for a promise i made my mother before she died my ass wouldn't still be here."

" what happened?"

He slante dhis head to the side. " nigga you ask alot of fucking questions." We both chuckled. I was just trying to get a feel for the nigga i would be sleeping in a fucking room with for the next year. " So, what brings you to Brimson university, young sir?"

" basketball scholarship."

" really? I hear the whole team this year is damn near all sophmores. All freshman ride the bench this year. Since coach Airnie took over he ain't playing no games."

" fuck that. I'm playing this year. I ain't work my ass off, in all those practices and shit to get a scholarship and not play. I don't care if i have to put my foot up this coach's ass, i'm playing."

" yeah, alright. You talking big shit cause you ain't sen coach Arnie yet. This nigga got to be four hundred punds on a good day. Nigga used to be a football player, and you can tell. He some big, mean muthafucka." He shook his head from side to side before cracking a smile." The dude even scare me sometimes."

I grunted in response and reached over to grab my vibrating phone when i got smacked in the side of my head with the football.

" man, what the fuck?" I said as i looked over at him, scowling. I wasn't really mad at Sam. I just couldn't believe his crazy ass threw a football at me. He was just like India- unpredictable.

He laughed and stood back up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his jeans. " so, you comin' to the party or what? It's alot of nice bitches down there."

I thought about it for a minute before i decided, why the hell not. I was questioning my sexuality all over again, Dante had broken up with me, my father was gay, my sister was pregnant by my "bestfriend"-

I was just ready to party and say fuck the bullshit.

I needed a break that would be accompanied by a very strong alcoholic drink.

I told Sam to wait on me as i went into my dresser and pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a greay shirt with a dark jean jacket. I changed in the bathroom and we were off to the party.

When we made it downstairs there was ass in almost every male hand, not to mention the drinks that were held hgh in the air so they weren't spilled.

" come to the kitchen," Sam screamed. " drinks."

I was down. When we got to the kitchen it was just as crowded as the living room and hallway.

The party scene was something I hadn't experienced in a while. The last party I went to was the one where I slept with Yvonne for the last time. Just thinking about that party, made me not want to be at this one. I shook those feelings off as best as I could. I was trying to get drunk, get danced on and forget this shit by tomorrow.