I walked around Khalil's house bored outta my mind, Nico had to go home because we had school in the morning and I started to think about how I was going to get to school Khalil called and told me he decided to stay in San Antonio until they left for Paris so I pretty much stranded I could ask Khalil if I could use one of his cars but I didn't want him to think I was using him. Then again he told me I couldn't skip school anymore, so I figured what the hell. I called Khalil and waited for him to answer.
"What's up Dev." Khalil asked.
"Umm how am I suppose to get to school?" I asked looking out the window at all of Khalil's cars and the one that stood out to me the most was his black Maserati.
"Fuck Dev my bad, umm you can drive my Yukon. Go to my room.... ahh fuck...... and look in my closet there's ahh..... a couple dollars in there you can have to buy you some food and put some gas in the car..... fuck Marcus." Khalil moaned, what the fuck?
"Khalil please tell you aren't doing what I think you're doing." I said.
"Ayy I gotta go........ don't touch my Maserati." Khalil said hanging up, I couldn't believe his answered the phone while he was fucking.
I shook my head and decided to go grab this money I wouldn't forget it tomorrow. I walked in Khalil's room and realized it was my first time in here it was pretty nice, everything was done in navy blue and brown which flowed nicely. I walked to his dresser and saw a bunch of pictures most of them were of Khalil in college and high school except for three. The first one was of him and Enzo at prom with two random girls, the second was of me and Khalil when I was in the group home, I remembered that day because it was my first week there. The final picture was of a nine year old Khalil holding a baby the size of a loaf of bread, Khalil looked so happy and I read the caption. 'Khalil (9) and Devin (2 days)' I smiled at what I could only guess was the first picture of us. I felt a tear building in my eye and quickly brushed it away. I walked to Khalil's closet and found a box way in the back marked 'change' and opened it, the box was full hundred and fifty dollar bills. I counted off five thousands dollars and put the box back where I found it, before going to bed.
The next day I decided to pick Staci up and drive to school with her because I was horny and I wanted her to come chill with me at Khalil's house after school. I pulled up to Staci's house and waited for her to come out I started to call her when her door opened and Will walked out, I felt my blood boiling and I started to get out and beat Will's ass again but I was never that dude to fight over a bitch instead I decided to text Staci.
ME: bout that ride 2 school have ur boy Will take u......
I pulled off before she could responded, I was so pissed but if that's how she wanted to play I could play the same game. I saw her best friend Aaliyah standing at the bus stop I pulled up next to her and rolled the window down.
"Aaliyah you know you're too damn fine to be standing at the bus stop, come on I'll give you a ride." I said smiling, Aaliyah didn't waste anytime hopping in the car and I sped off.
"Damn Dev I didn't know you had a car." Aaliyah said admiring the whip.
"There's a lot you don't know about me girl, so word on the streets is that you're single. So tell me what I have to do to be your man?" I asked laying in on thick, when truthfully I didn't give a damn about her.
"I thought you were dating Staci?" Aaliyah said knowing damn well she could give two fucks about her supposed best friend.
"Staci doesn't know it yet, but I'm moving on." I said as he pulled into the student parking section. I looked out the window and saw Staci waiting for me, that when I decided to go for broke.
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Homecoming Pt. 1
Roman d'amourIt's been ten years since they've seen each other, Khalil Cunningham is now in the NFL and Marcus Riley is a successful lawyer. When Khalil gets injured he decides to head back home for his ten year high school reunion in hopes of rekindling a fire...