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The bell rung and the loud sound made everyone rush out their classrooms, while teachers yelled out,
"The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do!" Nobody listens as they run people over trying to get home. I walked out the room and to my locker. Herald leaned against it, tapping his hand on his pants. I didn't like the feeling that I got when I saw him.
He didn't make my heart skip that much.
"Hey, I wanted to make sure you were okay," I walked up to his open arms and gave him a hug. He smelled good but he didn't give me that warmth I was looking for.
"I told you, I'm fine," I pushed back and grabbed my bag. He gave me a slight frown at my harsh words. "Seriously," I said to reassure him.
He smiled and leaned in but I turned my check before saying bye.
"I'll text you," I heard him say after me. Gosh, I pursued my lips as my eyes saw a body in the corner, leaning against the wall, smoking.
"Hey! It's you," I grinned and he looked me up and down. It was the guy from the morning. He was so fine.
He turned his head, "Who the fuck?" I was saddened, he didn't remember me? I felt a pang in my heart.
"It's me, Amara," He suddenly smiled. I smiled and caught up to him.
"I was just kidding, ma. I mean how can a nigga forget a body- I mean a beauty like you," I was smiling too hard at him. His cell phone ranged and he looked down at it before killing his blunt. "Ight, ma imma need to head out but can I get your number?" My hands immediately gripped his phone and typed in my number.
I ignored his phone that was blowing up with text messages and handed it back to him.
"Well, bye...."
"Trey." He smirked at me and turned around without saying anything else.
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My doorbell rang around the late afternoon when I laid on my bed going through my dry ass contact list. Nobody has texted me since forever and I was getting mad cause Trey ass wasn't texting me.
I knew who it was because Herald had called and said he was coming over but in all seriousness, I didn't feel like dealing with him. He was acting like we were in a relationship. I was confused, I like him but I don't think I'm ready for anything more than friendship with him.
Maybe it's just with him, though, I thought once Trey went through my mind. I stuffed my braids in a ponytail before walking to the front door pass the broken vase which I had to make up a lie for. It was so fake that I forgot what I said.
My hands gripped the lock and I twisted it open.
"Hey, baby," He moves forward about to kiss me on my lips but I turned around and said,
"Close the door on you way in," He sighed and hurried after me. My parents were at work and my sister was in the phone babbling on and on in the living room. "What are you doing here?" I said.
He frowned, " Why are you acting like that?"
I looked down and rolled my eyes, "Ain't nobody..." I sighed, "just forget about it okay?" I gave him a smile and he took something from behind his back.
"I brought chocolate and chips," I laughed at him as he stood in front of me grinning before walking towards me and hugging me. "There's that laugh I wanted to hear again," I nodded and grabbed the chocolate out his hands.
"Let's watch a movie?" He smiled and we laid on the bed.
After a few minutes of playing the movie, Herald had positioned his head on my lap. I continued watching the movie and laughing at some parts of the comedy.
"Hey, Amara we are dating right?" I sighed and paused the movie. He sounded like a little boy. I never ever said anything to his confession but I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"Yea," He pushed me down on the bed and he attacked my lips. I sat there going with the flow a little as he sucked on my bottom lip. His hands found a way to the end of my shirt and lifted it up a little.
I pushed him off me, "I'm not ready for that, yet," I looked away and thankfully my phone beeped. My hands frantically pressed reply and I held back my smile when a number popped up on the screen.
It was Trey.
Can we meet? -Trey
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