Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Rayan.

It had been a few weeks since Zendaya spent the night over my house. Since then, we haven't really kept contact. I'm almost 99.9% sure she's deleted my number from her phone, but I don't blame her. The morning after her sleeping over, she left me a note that told me that last night would probably be as close as we'll ever be again, physically. And, that it's best that we just lay low on whatever we are right now, and focus on doing things as independent people... I understood that, but it did dampen my mood. It made my heart crack a bit, actually, but it's okay...

This has given me more time to spend with Alix, but these last few days, Alix hasn't been "in it" as much as she usually is... I think it's the fact that Christmas is right around the corner... And, right after Christmas, is Prod's birthday. I just really hate to leave her alone, these days. She's so vulnerable right now... But, as much as I don't want her to be left alone, I don't want to intrude. If she wants to be left alone, I'm going to leave her alone. With her being so fragile, she'll probably snap on me and break down and kick me out of her house all within five minutes... What did Prod used to do? How did Prod deal with this? How can I make things better?

My mind raced with thoughts as I drove my car over to Alix's. Once I was on the porch, I reached for the door knob and realized the door was open. I stepped into the house, noticing how silent it was. "Alix!" I called. I closed the front door behind me and walked up the stairs, toward her room. There, I found Alix sitting Indian style, on her bed, in one of Prod's old hoodies. "Hey, Alix. How are you feeling?" I spoke ever so softly. She slowly looked up at me, her eyes puffy. "I don't want to do this anymore, Rayan," she shook her head. "What do you mean?" I inquired. "This!" she spoke, opening her arms slightly. I knew exactly what she meant... "Don't say that shit, Alix... Just don't," I shook my head. "What else should I say, Rayan? That's how I'm feeling! I miss him... I can't live without him," she began tearing up. "You've made it this far without him. You can make it further," I told her. "No, you don't get it, Rayan... I wouldn't expect you to," she looked into my eyes. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I inquired, feeling offended. "You're not understanding what I'm going through, Rayan. You weren't the one making me--." "I may not be that one, but I'm the only one right now! You're not the only fucking one who lost him! Stop being so damn selfish, Alix!" I shouted. She covered her ears and shut her eyes tightly. "Stop screaming at me!" she yelled. "Look at me. Look at me, Alix," I spoke, taking her hands into mine. She looked at me, a hint of anger in her eyes. "Would Craig want you to commit suicide? How do you think I would feel if you left me? Huh?" I spoke softly again.

"But... But... Craig was my other half. He was my heart and my--." "I get it... I really do, but Craig would also want the best for you. And, what's best for you isn't suicide," I told her. "Rayan... I need to show you something," she looked down. "What is it?" I asked. She pushed up the sleeves of Prod's hoodie and exposed cuts that looked as if they were done just recently. My heart dropped... I didn't know what to do. I could only feel my heart break at the sight of the cuts. I really hate to see Alix do this to herself... I didn't know what to do... All I could really do was hug her as tight as I could... And that's exactly what I did...

Chresanto.

I sat at the foot of Imani's bed. "Why the fuck am I procrastinating like this?" I thought while holding my head. I was frustrated with myself. I still haven't proposed to Imani. I mean, everything's falling into place. Imani's grades are up and so are mine. I have her father's blessing to marry her. My parents love her. Our unborn twins are perfectly healthy. Everything's falling into place. All I have to do is take that big step and hope that she takes that step along with me... "Okay, Chresanto... Christmas is right around the corner... Just propose then," I thought. I nodded and smiled slightly at the thought. That'll be perfect. I mean, I rather do it big with a dinner in a restaurant by ourselves and a horse and carriage ride... We'll have dessert on the beach and then I'll pop the question... But, maybe... That could still happen...

"Chres, what are you doing? Come back to bed," Imani groaned. I looked back at her, a smile slipping onto my face. "Damn. You missin' me when I haven't even left yet," I joked. She playfully rolled her eyes at me before closing her eyes again. "I love you, Imani," I smiled. "I love you too, Chres," she mumbled with a smirk on her face. "What was that? I'm sorry. You were mumbling," I spoke, pushing my ear outward. "I love you too, Chres," she spoke up. "That's what I thought," I spoke, crawling towards her. I towered over her as her eyes opened again. "What are you doing?" she giggled. "Nothinggg," I sang. "You're such a goofball," she ran her fingers through my dark curls. "But, you love me," I kissed her forehead. "Yeah, that's true," she nodded as I got under the covers once again. My arms wrapped around her and my head rested on her chest.

"Everything's perfect," I mumbled, closing my eyes. "Mhm," she nodded, her fingers running through my hair. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, Imani," I mumbled again. "You are too, Chresanto," she giggled. "Promise me... that we'll be together forever... And even if we're not together forever, promise me we'll still be as close as we are now," I looked up at her. "I promise," she vowed sincerely...

The sun peered from the window and through the sheer curtains. The room was bright, but it wasn't as blinding as it usually is on the weekends; mainly, because Imani tends to wake up earlier than me, and the curtains and blinds are usually wide open when I awaken. It was a mellow Saturday, and all was right in the world...

You know, besides me not proposing yet.

Jacob.

I'd made myself comfortable in Justine's house once again. Before the break-up and the rehab and my father going broke, this was my second home... Now, this is my actual home whom I share with Justine. And, just as she promised, I never really saw her. She always left before i awakened, and only returned when she knew I was asleep. Despite us never seeing each other, she always managed to make me breakfast, and sometimes dinner, depending on whether I was there or not. I appreciated her for the little things she still did for me, but I never really got to show it, seeing as though she was never around. I didn't mind being alone, but it just bothered me that Justine was never around... That's kind of the same thing, isn't it?

I sighed, hearing a few noises from downstairs. I sat up from my bed and stood from it... I hadn't yet caught Justine on her way out or in, but maybe this'll be the time, and we could actually have a legit conversation in weeks. I jogged down the stairs, and saw Justine heading towards the door. "J, wait," I spoke. She stopped in her tracks and turned towards me. "Hey, Curly," she smiled. "Hey," I couldn't help but smile at her. "I made you some breakfast. It's--." "Thanks... I just wanted to say thanks," I ran my fingers through my hair. "You're welcome... It's really nothing though," she brushed it off. I stared at her for several moments before she stood, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Where are you going?" I inquired. "Oh, just over Daniel's house," she answered, her attempt to be nonchalant came off as her being awkward. "Oh," my eyebrows shot up. "What's wrong with that?" she asked. "Nothing... I was just hoping we could hang out," I replied. "Oh, well... I'll have to take a rain check on that, Jacob. Thanks for offering though," she put on a plastic smile.

My eyebrows furrowed. "Jacob? When did I become Jacob? I thought I was Curly Fry. I thought I was Jake. I was everything but Jacob... What happened?" I thought. "You're welcome," I placed a fake smile on my face just as she did. "Maybe some other time," she suggested. "Yeah," I replied unenthusiastically. "Jacob--." "No, it's fine," my voice cracked at the fact that she called me "Jacob" again. She frowned slightly. "I'll see you later," she spoke softly before starting for the door.

She left...

And my heart broke... Again.