Chresanto and Imani.
Chresanto.
Guilt rushed over me as I zipped up my jeans and buckled my belt. I’m the worst person in the world. I’m the worst friend and the worst boyfriend. I’m awful. I sighed before joining the party again, trying to find Imani. I eventually found her outside next to a couple of empty red cups. “Imani!” I called her name, catching her attention. She glimpsed back at me before standing up and stumbling toward me. “Chressy!” she spoke before beginning to fall. I caught her in my arms as she giggled. “Aw, thank you, Chres Charming,” she laughed. I sighed, picking her up as if she was my bride and I was her groom. “Where are we going?” she giggled. “Home,” I answered, beginning to walk down the concrete stairs. “Already? But, you haven’t paid attention to me all night,” she pouted. “I know and I’m sorry,” I spoke, walking towards my car. “Chres, baby, you’re so strong. You keep that body right just for me, huh?” she drunkenly spoke with a smile. I unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door. I put her into the car before closing the door.
This would’ve never happened if I just stayed with her. If I wasn’t so hung up on Zendaya, she would’ve been sober. We would’ve been having a great time if I wasn’t such a selfish asshole. Every time I start to do well in a relationship, it crumbles and then blows in the wind because of something I do, or it begins to crumble because of something I do. I don’t know why I do these things… Sometimes, I need to think with my head and remember where my heart is before I start doing things… I sighed while getting into the driver’s seat. I put my key into the ignition and before I could even bring the car to life, Imani asked a question. “Chres… Why don’t you treat me like Rayan treats me?” I slowly looked over at her. “Excuse me?” “Rayan gives me his undivided attention when we’re talking and dancing,” she replied. “Are you saying that I don’t do that?” I questioned her statement. “You didn’t do it tonight, Chres,” she spoke. “So? I do it every other time though,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Chres… You do it when we’re alone… Your attention is always somewhere else when we’re in public… Rayan doesn’t do that with Z--.” “Rayan doesn’t love you! Rayan isn’t the one who helped you through a fucking miscarriage! Rayan doesn’t care about you the way I do!” I yelled. Imani looked at me with hurt eyes before speaking. “But he’s done more in a night than you do in a week.” She opened her door and got out of the car, slamming the car door behind her.
I sighed before going after her. She was stumbling back into the party and almost fell, but I caught her before she could. “Come on, Imani,” I sighed, putting her over my shoulder. “No! Put me down! Put me down! Somebody help! Rape! Rape!” she began screaming, causing a scene. “Hey, Man! Put her down!” a guy called from behind me. I turned around, putting down Imani and holding her close to me by the waist. “Mind your fucking business!” I barked at the guy. Who is this nigga? He doesn’t go to my school, does he? “Leave her alone!” he stepped up to me. I gently pushed Imani away from the guy and me so, if a fight broke out, she wouldn’t get hurt. “You don’t understand. She’s fucking drunk! She--.” Bam! A hard surface collided with my face, driving my anger into a whole different state. I swung back, causing a brawl to break out. We actually began fighting before I grabbed him and threw him onto the ground, beginning to kick him in the ribs repeatedly. Kick after kick after kick. I felt someone trying to pull me from the situation, but I was too into it. I couldn’t hear a thing, being blinded by rage. The guy struggled to get up, but failed miserably as I stomped him in the face. It wasn’t until Prod and Jacob held me back that my hearing faded back in. There was a huge crowd surrounding the guy as someone called the ambulance. “Chres! Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Prod yelled in my ear. I blinked several times before I began to grasp what was happening. “Huh?” I looked around. My mind began to become scrambled with thoughts of Imani’s whereabouts. I broke away from Prod and Jacob roughly.
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