Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 30 (Part II)

Chapter 30

Part II

Chresanto.

After the fight was broken up, I sighed while gathering my belongings. I’ve never seen Prod that angry before… besides the time he and I fought at one of the kickbacks. “What the hell?” I asked him. “Worry about your own shit,” he growled at me with a glare before beginning to walk down the hall. I sighed again before beginning my search for Imani. She told me that she’d be running late, but damn, the bell’s about to ring. I shrugged before retreating to my first period class and taking my assigned seat. After about ten minutes worth of occasional mean mugs from Zendaya, Imani walked in quietly and took her seat next to me. Our teacher was running late, and everyone was talking and whatnot. Imani smiled at me as I greeted her. “Hey, Imani.” “Hey, Chres,” she greeted back. I scooted my desk closer toward her before intertwining our fingers. “Chres… I have big news,” she grinned at me. “Well, go ahead and say it,” I urged her. “I think… I want to go into rehab,” she replied. My smile dropped before I put on a plastic one. “Oh, that’s gr-great, Imani,” I lied. “I know!” she smiled. She seemed so proud of herself. I didn’t want to take that away from her, but… School just started. And I won’t be able to spend time with her like I’ve been lately. And I’d hate to see her struggle the way she was last night with homework.

“Imani? Are you sure about this?” I asked, my eyebrows knitting. “What about this wouldn’t I be sure about?” she asked. “I’m just sayin’. School just started, and---.” “I’ll keep up with your help, Chres… You’re going to help me right, Chres?” she asked. “Yeah, no doubt. I was just making sure that you want to do this,” I spoke. She laughed, playfully nudging me in the arm. “You’re so silly, Chres,” she smiled while shaking her head. I looked at her for a few moments as she opened her binder and began writing. I glanced at our intertwined fingers. My thumb caressed hers as I admired how perfect her hand fit into mine. I kissed the back of her hand before looking over at her with a slight smile. She continued writing, unmoved by my somewhat romantic action. “Imani?” I spoke to catch her attention. “Yeah, Babe?” she questioned, her eyebrows rising as her eyes remained on the paper she was writing on. “You look nice today,” I spoke sincerely with a smile. Her eyes met mine as a gracious smile formed onto her face. “Thanks,” she replied before returning to the paper.

I leaned over to see the paper. “What’s that?” I asked. “What’s what?” she asked. “That!” I pointed at the paper. “Oh, it’s an application for the rehab,” she answered. My heart dropped slightly. “You’re serious about that?” I asked. A slight laugh slipped from her lips. “Yeah, I’m serious about this. You thought I was kidding?” she asked, seeming a bit offended. “No, I mean… Yeah, but… School just started and I won’t be able to spend time with you,” I half-shrugged. “Well, you’re going to be busy with football so…” she blinked at me and rolled her neck as if something were supposed to click within my brain. “Yeah, but---.” “You don’t like the fact that I’m not going to be there for you like I always am,” she spoke a-matter-of-factly. “I never said that,” I spoke. “Actions speak louder than words, Chres…” she smirked. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, leaning back in my seat. “When I told you I was done with you, you came back, tears and all,” she spoke.

My ego was bruised… She didn’t have to go there… That was a sensitive topic, seeing as though I was a bit vulnerable at the time that I shed tears. I tried not to mean mug or glare at her, but I couldn’t just fight the impulsive action. “Why’d you have to bring that up?” I asked. “Because I know that you don’t like when I’m not around,” she answered. “Whatever,” I scoffed, taking my hand from hers. “Look, Chres. It’s okay that you cried--.” “That’s not the fucking point, Imani! I--”, I paused, realizing that I caught everyone’s attention, “I gotta go”. “Chres, wait a minute,” she spoke as I grabbed my backpack, threw it over my shoulder, and walked out of the classroom. I walked down the hall and toward the stairwell where I sat and began to think. Why the fuck was I crying anyway? Why am I making a big deal over nothing? Why was I holding her hand the way I was holding her hand? Why do I even care about what she does? Why do I care on whether she’s going into rehab or not?