Number 1 Fan

16 Believe Me

A month later*

Star POV*

Im sitting on the side of my bed , scrolling down twitter and playing with my belly button. Im waiting for Calvin to come over. We about to go up to the hospital. I been going up there every since. He in a coma.

DeAndre POV*

I havent talk to Star for like 3 weeks. She really blamed me for her nigga getting shot. I aint shoot that nigga. He aint do shit to me for me to do that and plus i wouldnt do that shit in front of my peoples house. I told her so many times that i dont got shit to do with that and she just dont believe me. Anyway im chilling on my couch. I should call her one time to see if she still think i did it. I got my phone and called her phone. "Whats up" she said as she answered.

"What you mean whats up? No hi bestfriend?" I asked.

"Now you wanna call me"

"First of all i shouldnt even have called you because you the one who aint believe me and we knew each other for how long?"

"So what"

"Now its so what because you know you was wrong"

"But Dre think about how everything happened , as soon as it happened , you was know where to be found and you had a gun"

"True but how long have we known each other , if i tell you that i aint do then i aint do it then you should believe me"

"Whatever Dre whatever" she said as she hung up. I got up and put my shoes on. She gonna get her attitude together. I went downstairs and walked out the door. I got to my car and got in. I then pulled off. I pulled up at her house in like 15 mins and got out. I went up to the house and knocked on the door. Her mother answered the door.

"Hey Dre" her mother said as she let me in.

"Hey maaa" i said. "Star here?"

"Yea she upstairs"

"Ight" I said as i went upstairs and went to her room. Her door was close so i just opened it and went in. She looked at me and looked back at her phone.

Star POV*

I saw Dre walk in my room. I just looked and looked away. He took my phone from out my hand and like tackled me on the bed. "Bestfriend you cant stay mad at me for long for some shit i aint do" he said.

"Get off of me" i said.

"Not until you believe me"

"Get up Dre"

"You believe me" he asked.

"Yes now get up" i said. He got up. He big football playing ass wanna be tackling people. I dont know if i really believe him or not. "Give me my phone now"

"Give me a hug first" he said. I gave him a hug and he hugged me back. He gave me my phone.

"Where you about to go?" I asked him.

"Back home"

"O ok"

"Why whats up?"

"Can you take me and Calvin to the hospital?"

"Yea , whats up with ya mans anyway?"

"He in a coma"

"When he wake up , he might know who shot him"

"But what if he dont know?"

"Ask one of my homeboys , they was out there"

"They not gonna tell" i said. He thought about it.