Complicated

21. A Lot On His Plate.

Im a day late so my bad.. had shit to do so I didn't have time plus I'm lazy. Anywhos, updates are on Saturdays (because I start school soon.)

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Ever since that one night, Ilianeliz hasn't been in school and Chresanto has been feeling nothing but guilt. He barely knows what really happened but by the way Jake describes it, it was nothing to be proud of. As for Ilianeliz, she was terrified. Even though she was intoxicated at the time, she vividly remembered everything, including everyone's faces. Since she was so tramatized by the experience, Ili couldn't come out and confront anyone just yet. After that night, she practically stayed home for almost two weeks. Roshon, on the other hand, was getting worried, so he asked around.

He caught up with Chresanto during their math class as they did class work. "Hey Chres," Roshon asked, nudging his friend. "Hm?"

"Have you heard from Ilianeliz lately? She hasn't been around school and I'm kind of worried." Chresanto looked up and froze. The thought of her would bring back the last time he was with her. He slowly put his head back down. "Nah, man.. I haven't.."

"Maybe we should go see her and che-"

"I can't. You go."

"You sure you don-"

"Positive."

"Okay then.. you know our first game is coming up, right?"

"Yea.."

"You think she'll be here for it?" Chresanto didn't answer. Instead, he checked his phone going off from a text. Jennifer, saying hi.

"Finally," he thought to himself.

Chresanto quickly texted her back before he got caught: "Sup? Where you been?" Throughout the day, they went back and forth through text, having a basic conversation. The simple "what are you doing" over and over again, trying to get to know each other; the thing was, Jennifer didn't want to know him. Their conversation was dry because she was hoping he would stop texting her. She rather keep to herself.

At the hospital, Jordan was working less and getting aided more. Even going through rehabilitation, he was growing weak. His children and Chresanto still saw him regularly at the hospital and sometimes outside of it. As for Michelle, she didn't even breathe in his direction. Basically, he lost her. After getting yet another MRI, Jordan got another update on his progress. He laid back in his hospital bed, waiting for his doctor to come. The doctor walked in with his clipboard, had a deep sigh and closed the door behind him. "So how ya feelin', Jordan?" he asked, leaning against the counter. "I've been better, doc.."

"Anything feeling out of sorts? New pains?"

"Migraines, sometimes dizzy, that sort of stuff really." The doctor let out another sigh and looked down at his clipboard. "Well, there's no way to sugarcoat this. There's nothing we can really do at this point for you, Jordan. Your tumor is so far along and getting worse.. there's no way of stopping it. I'm sorry." Jordan processed those words and dazed off.

"I guess it's time.." he thought to himself.

He palmed his face into his hands and did nothing else. "We can keep trying, Jordan. You shouldn't give up.." the doctor added. Jordan raised his head and looked at the doctor. "Why should I? The love of my life hates me because I'm a dumbass, my family is falling apart.. I'm practically on my deathbed, no need to save me now."

"Aw come on, don't say things like that. Don't you believe in miracles? Better yet, don't you believe in God's ways? Nothing's impossible and it's His intention to give you something this difficult.. He knows you're capable of getting through it to learn for the better. I'd hate to see you just give up, regardless of how big the chance is. I know you're better than that, Jordan."

Jordan put his face back into his hands and thought about what the doctor was told him. The doctor made his way to the door but stopped before stepping out. "I know with treatment, you won't live forever but you should get more time to spend on something you wish you spent time on anyways. I'll be right back.." he said, walking out of the room. Jordan turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. "Is he overly optimistic, religious or just right?" he thought. At that point in time, he knew what he had to do.

Since Chresanto was a part of Michelle's life, she's been working on his case of his last foster home. Sitting at her messy desk, piled with papers, she's been doing her best to make sure that Chres would come out as innocent on his end but it wasn't that easy. Evidence was still being searched for but other than that, no one knows the real deal except Chres. What he needs to do is say who it was or at least, what happened in court. If all went well, he goes freely. If not, it could be seen as much as first degree murder of two people or something along those lines. In other words, Chresanto could be going to Juvie.