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Chapter 16: 2 Years Later

💓Aleiah

Two years. These two years have been driving me crazy because Jaden and I completely have stopped talking to each other. To say that I miss him, would be a complete understatement. I still love him, and I hope he still loves me, but it's like we're still angry with each other. 

 Sasha had her baby, and it wasn't Jaden's or Malak's. It was some guy she was messing with that we didn't even know. Her mom found out about everything, so she sent her away to live with her aunt with her baby boy. I'm not going to lie, he's cute, but it's a shame that a bitch like her had a son so cute. From what I hear, he should be about 2 now.

Malak and I are back on good terms, and everything is back to the way it was, well except with Jaden. Him and Malak are cool, it's just me and him do not speak at all. We hang in the same crowd, but never say a word to each other.

I'm still single because I don't feel right about dating another guy around Jaden. That just doesn't seem fair to him, since I broke his heart 2 years ago. To my knowledge, he's still single too, but I just don't want to assume the reason.

"Aleiah, you know what time it is?" Tayvion asked me.

"Hold on." I say as I struggle to wrap my extra long red hair into a bun. I pulled out my phone. "It's 4:25." 

He sighed in relief. "Good. Basketball practice don't start until 4:30."

"Yeah." I say as I do my stretches to get ready for cheerleading practice.

"Where Mimi at?" 

"She should be coming out in a minute. She was just finished changing." 

"Oh, okay. Look, there go yo lil boyfriend." Tayvion said teasingly. I looked and he was talking about Jaden. His hair was blonde now, and it looked good on him. 

"Shut up." I said as I finish my stretches.

"Um, just so you know, he's coming over here."

My eyes widened in surprise. "What?! Ooh!" I exclaimed as I fell back and landed on my ass.

Jaden reached us, and he looked down at me before extending his hand out to help me up. I looked up at him before taking his hand and he lifted me up.

"Jaden. Thank you." I spoke, when I didn't really mean to.

"You're welcome." He scratched the back of his head. "So, how've you been?"

"Um, I've been okay. I could be better." I answered honestly.

He nodded his head. "Same."

It got awkwardly quiet, and I didn't like that vibe. "Listen, I know it's a little too late, but I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. I was just hurt, and I just wasn't thinking logically. I guess the fact that Sasha wanted to hurt me in that way, made me believe it for a minute."

"Well, I accept your apology, and uh, thanks for telling me. It means a lot." 

I nodded. "So, does this mean we're cool?" 

He chuckled. "We've always been cool. I was just waiting for you."

The cheerleading coach blew her whistle, meaning it was time for practice. I looked back at Jaden. "Um, I gotta go. I'll see you later."

"Later." I backed away before walking away to where all the other cheerleaders were. I kept smiling like an idiot, but I was a cheerleader. No one would really think too much of it.

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"Okay, Beyoncé or Nicki Minaj?" I ask Malak. He was sitting with his feet on his desk as he was relaxed. I was sitting in a seat beside him, bored as ever, and Tayvion sat in front of me. 

"Nicki Minaj." Tayvion joins in.

"Hell nah. Beyoncé." Malak says as he throws a paper ball and it lands in the trashcan. "Nicki too fake."

"No she not. She just got..."

"Ass implants, breast implants, bleached skin, wigs and weaves. Should I go on further?" Malak raises an eyebrow.

Tayvion sucked his teeth. "And Beyoncé isn't?"

"Hell no." I commented. "Her ass is real, and so are her boobs. I don't even think she ever got surgery like that."

"Yes she did. When she got a facelift. It was in that one music video she did, uh, 'Pretty Hurts' or something like that." Tayvion argued. 

"Tayvion, that was just a video. That does not mean she really had a facelift. She was just doing a video to tell women that they're all beautiful no matter what." I said.

"Whatever. Next." Malak threw an eraser, but missed.

"Okay. Beyoncé, or Rihanna?" I smirked. 

"Yooo, that's a hard one." Malak turned to look at me. I shrugged.

"Oh well. Pick one."

"Fuck, man. Uh, Rihanna." Tayvion chose.

"Damn, I don't know. I mean, Rihanna got that tattoo underneath her titties and shit. I don't know. Uh, fine. I choose Rihanna. Can't get enough of her."

"Yeah, her songs are lit. Okay. Now it's Fuck, Kill, Marry." I said.

"I fucking hate that game. I be making hard ass decisions." Tayvion complained.

"Same." Malak threw another balled up paper.

"Too bad. Ok, Malak. Rihanna, Kehlani, Beyoncé. Fuck, Kill, Marry."

Malak turned around with wide eyes as he takes his feet off the desk. "Now you going too damn far, Aleiah."

"Fuck, Kill, Marry, Malak."

"Damn....Okay, I.. Nah...Okay. Fuck Beyoncé, Kill Kehlani, Marry Rihanna. But I'll fuck Kehlani before I kill her."

I laughed. "That doesn't count."

"Yes the hell it does. Now it's my turn to torture your brain."

"Trust me, there's no w---"

"Chris Brown, Jacob Latimore, Michael B. Jordan." He smirked.

"Objection! Not fair! Hell no!"

"Fuck, Kill, Marry, Aleiah." Malak smirked. 

I groaned. "Uhh, Fuck..Nah, nah. I need him...uhhh...damn it. Okay. Fuck Chris, Kill..I'm sorry, baby...Kill Jacob, and Marry Michael. BUT, I'll fuck Jacob before I kill him. For 5 hours. Maybe 2 days."

Malak and Tayvion laughed. "You can't do that. It don't count."

"I don't give a fuck. Might as well fuck him like he gone die, and he will. That's why we fucking for 2 days."

"That's cheating." Malak laughed.

Fuck that shit, bruh. 😭

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I know the ending is little stupid, but I didn't want to leave y'all with a cliffhanger like that. 

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