Trevon was right, the block emptied out, just like that day Francis bro got shot. Trisha and I were in school till 7 pm, studying for the last set of tests to end off our senior year with a bang. Especially the AP courses. We sat in the empty library, our books sprawled out across the green carpet. Both of us were on the ground focusing on separate things, till my phone went off only temporarily distracting Trisha who got right back to reading her textbook.
Trevon: I love you.
I smiled and quickly glanced at Trisha to see if she caught me as she often did.
Me: I luv u 2
Trevon: You playin games
Me: Lol love you too
Trevon: who love me?
Me: I do
Trevon: Full sentence. Now
Me: I love you Trevon
Trevon: Mm ...what you doin?
Me: Don't ask me that.
Just don't.
End of argument.
Trevon: Lol you too smart for ya own good
Me: I get it from you lol
We at the library studying.
I hadn't looked back at my books once since our conversation began. Trisha caught me now.
"Oh, I know that look. Tell him I said hi." I passed the message.
Trevon: Tell her what up. Y'all been stayin off the block like I told you?
Me: Yea. Are you ok?
Trevon: I'm good. Don't worry bout me.
Me: That's hard.
Trevon: I know baby, ima come see you tonight before you go to bed. Iight?
Me: Okay. Be safe.
Trevon: Always am. Call me when y'all walkin home.
At least another hour goes by before Trisha calls it quits.
"Man whatever happens on this test happens. I done studied the textbook word for word, there cant be more than 3 questions on there that I don't know." She says closing up all her books.
"If you tryna get 3 questions wrong out of 35, I think you good." I comment.
She smiles cocky. " Yea, I know."
I call Mom to let her know that we were about to leave school and then Trish and I gather our stuff and exit the building into the depth of the night. Warm summer air greets us and I suddenly miss the AC of the library. The streets are empty and eerie, it gives me goosebumps along my arm. We walk swiftly and close to each other, saying little, just wanting to get out of the darkness and into safety. Trisha gave me a quick hug and then turns off on her block. I am only a block from my house after I turn the corner. I see no one around but I try to keep my pace. I stick my hands into my baggy sweats and feel my cellphone rub against my fingers.
YOU ARE READING
The Come Up
RomanceTrevon & Chanel have been friends since they can remember, from chilling on the block in Brownsville, Brooklyn to the fame and legacy that changes everything for both of them. Will the big break ruin more than just their friendship?
