Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 10 (Part I)

Chapter 10

Part I

In the morning, Craig awakened to a call from Chresanto who was preparing to return home to his mother. “Hello?” Craig groggily spoke into the phone, hoping not to wake Sleeping Alix. “Yo, Prod! What’s good?” Chresanto cheered with a wide smile spreading onto his light skin. “Nothin’, Man… What’s up with you?” Craig asked, slipping his arm from around Alix’s waist slowly. “I’ve just had a good weekend. That’s all,” Chres answered, throwing his various device chargers into his duffle bag. “You were with your dad this weekend?” Craig asked, sitting up and scooting to the foot of the bed. “Yeah… For the first time since the divorce,” Chres nodded.

“I assume that it went well,” Craig spoke. “Yeah, Man. He even remembered my In-N-Out Burger order,” Chresanto smiled broadly at the thought. “It’s only been a couple of months since the divorce was finalized,” Craig slightly chuckled. “I know, but it kind of feels like… he’s got his own life here… Like, if he’s not reminded, he’ll forget about me,” Chres mumbled while zipping up his bag. “You’re his first child. His first son! He wouldn’t just forget about y---.” “What makes you so fucking sure, Prod?!” Chresanto yelled. There was a brief silence as Craig began clenching his jaw.

“You have your shit together, so just shut the fuck up, okay?! You don’t know shit about what I’m going through!” Chresanto continued. The bed covers shifted as Craig grew angrier and angrier by the second. A silence fell between Chres and Craig as Alix slowly awakened. “I don’t know shit? I don’t know shit?! You don’t know a fucking thing about the shit I go through, Chresanto!” Craig shouted, gripping the phone. “Craig…” Alix quietly spoke, sitting up and kneeling behind him. “And what kind of shit would that be? Huh, Craig?” Chresanto inquired. “Craig… Give me the phone,” Alix spoke gently.

Chresanto smirked at Craig’s silence. “That’s what I thought… You don’t know shit,” he chuckled. “Craig, give me the---.” Before Alix could even finish her thought, Craig threw his iPhone at the wall, not only cracking the phone’s screen but also chipping the wall’s paint. He stood and paced, trying to find something else to throw. “He doesn’t know shit about what I go through! No one does! It’s like I’m around a bunch of fucking strangers! No one knows shit! No one!” he shouted, clenching his fists. “Craig! Craig, stop!” Alix screamed, standing in front of him. “Stop… I don’t like to see you like this. You know I don’t,” she softly spoke. His look of anger softened once he looked into Alix’s eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he apologized, taking her hands into his. He pulled her close to him and rested his face into the curve of her neck. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

She released his hands and hugging his torso. “Don’t worry about Chres. He’s probably having a bad day,” Alix gently spoke, listening to Craig’s heartbeat. Craig knew that Chres was absolutely fine. It wasn’t Chres who pissed him off; it was Chres’s assumption that pissed him off. It struck a chord for him, and Craig didn’t greatly appreciate that chord being struck. Chres didn’t know shit about the Craig who was hiding behind fake smiles. No one did but Alix.

Meanwhile, Chresanto began becoming concerned about Zendaya. She wasn’t responding to any of his calls or texts. He then began to get paranoid at the fact that she might be knowledgeable about that unforgettable encounter he had with Imani. He called Rayan, his best friend, his pal, his brother from another mother, and the only one who answered or at least called back when Chresanto called. “Hello?” Rayan groaned. “Yo, What’s up, Man?” Chres greeted with a smile. “Nothin’ much. Chillin’ like a villain. Bored… as usual,” Rayan sighed, lying straight through his teeth.

In actuality, Rayan and Zendaya were wrestling over the TV remote, and Rayan had her pinned to the couch. “Ma left?” Chresanto asked, referring to Rayan’s mother. “Yeah, Man.” “Do you need anyth--.” “No! I mean, I’m fine,” Rayan answered as Zendaya squirmed from under him. “Oh, okay,” Chres surprisingly spoke. Rayan always needed a little company, maybe even a Bro-Night, when his mother left, so what makes this time different? After a moment of Zendaya struggling to get Rayan from sitting on top of her, Chresanto spoke.

“Hey, uh, have you talked to Z.?” he asked. “What, Chres?” Rayan said his name loud enough for Zendaya to hear. She froze, her eyes widening. “Have you talked to her?” Chres repeated. Zendaya shook her head, begging Rayan not to say anything about see her, talking to her, or even thinking of her. “Well…” Rayan spoke in a high-pitched tone. “I swear to God, Rayan---.” “Last time I saw her, she was with a fly ass Nigga,” Rayan spoke, popping his collar and interrupting Zendaya’s whispering.

“Wh-what?” Chresanto’s heart snapped in half. “Yep,” Rayan nodded, stifling a laugh. “Well, when you see her… Tell her I  miss her,” Chres sorrowfully spoke. Rayan’s smile was wiped away. “Oh, okay, Chres… Peace,” he spoke before the call ended. “Thanks for covering for me, Rayan,” Zendaya smiled. Rayan stared into her eyes briefly before sitting up and away from Zendaya. “What’s wrong?” she asked, scooting closer to him. “He misses you, Daya,” he blankly responded.

Zendaya kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she scoffed. “Just call him,” Rayan looked into her eyes. “No. I don’t want to talk to h---.” “Just call him,” Rayan nearly shouted. “No!” Zendaya sternly spoke. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this…” he shook his head. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Zendaya asked defensively. “Nothing,” he mumbled, grabbing the TV remote they were previously wrestling over.

“No! I want you to fucking say it!” Zendaya snatched the remote from his hand. “Fine… You loved Chres at one point. Am I right?” Rayan asked, staring intensively deep into her eyes. “I… I-I don’t know,” she stuttered, avoiding his deep, slightly uncomfortable yet hypnotizing eye contact. “Look at me,” he placed his hands onto her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. She began shaking, her heart beating rapidly. “Why are you acting as if you never had feelings for him?” Rayan asked. “Because he… He…” she began tearing up while switching her gaze from his right eye to his left.

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth about Chres and Imani. He needed to figure it out for himself… So, instead of telling him that truth, she decided to reach into her feelings, which she never does, and admit another truth. “Because… I’ve fallen for someone else… and it’s you.”

Rayan blinked, completely taken by her confession. “It’s me?” he questioned. Zendaya wiped the tears that brimmed her eyelids. “No… I-It can’t be me, Zendaya. You have Chresant---.” “I wasn’t good enough for him, Rayan!” she cried. She sniffed, struggling to hold her tears back. “But you… You make me feel comfortable and you don’t rush things. And-and you don’t bitch about everything I do that you disagree with… And that’s all I ask for, Rayan! That’s all!” she continued to shed tears and express her feelings.

Rayan couldn’t bare witnessing the tears any longer. He pulled her close with one swift movement. “Shh… Shh… I’m sorry I questioned you, okay? I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding her tighter.