Price Tag

3.

This nigga stay bugging like we the best of friends. Like no, I don't trust you nor do I like you. He be trying to kill niggas and shit. I rolled my eyes when I felt him staring at the side of my face. I'm not forgiving him he's not even a friend to forgive anyway.

I got up grabbing me some sweats and heading to the bathroom. I've been here for about two weeks now and I hate it. The only good thing is that he ain't ugly. I started a hot shower and then I stepped in the water relaxing myself sighing, I began washing and rinsing myself then I heard the door open. All of a sudden I heard peeing, why would he..I rinsed myself off turning off the water and I'm glad I did cause he had the nerve to flush. I grabbed my towel drying myself while stepping out. I slipped on my underclothing and put on my sweats. You know my only friends here are the maids, tragic right. Every once and a while his friends either August or Micheal would drop by and I'd have to play house with him.

"You are freaking annoying." He started shaking his head.

I looked at him not even saying anything.

I don't care what he had to say he can suck balls. I sat down on the bed sighing. This house is tedious and I don't even have a phone to amuse myself. I laid back about to take a nap until Mr.talksalot wanted to say something that pissed me off.

"I will sell yo ass back and get my money if you don't say something to me." He said while getting up.

"Something," I said still not looking at him.

"Hazel." I glanced at him.

"What?" I asked looking away again.

"I'm sorry."

"Ok Chris, I'm not understanding why you keep apologizing to me I have no choice but to accept anyway," I stated shrugging.

He sighed wrapping his hands around my waist. Oh my gosh...man he is irky. I'm not his girlfriend neither do I want to be. I sighed rolling my eyes again. One day my eyes might get stuck and I won't care maybe he'll stop harassing me. I got up going downstairs to the fitness room.

I got on the treadmill humming songs I made up in my head. I wish he had a punching bag in here, but I guess he feels as if I'm going to learn how to fight better and kick his ass. Ha nigga if that was the case I would be fighting the air but he's too strong anyway with his annoying ass. Why the cute ones always gotta be annoying, especially the light skins they are the worst. Even though I shouldn't be thinking he's cute. I pushed my small curls away from my face taking a small break. I sighed this house is so freaking boring man. I groaned walking back upstairs to the living room cooling off, that's when Chris came down looking at me.

"Hey," I said looking at his expression.

"Uh, hey?" He said confused.

I smiled laying my head back. He walked over by the couch sitting next to me.

"Wanna go outside to the beach, it's behind the house."

I changed my posture. "Yes." I grinned.

But then I frowned. "I don't have a swimsuit."

He smirked. "Follow me."

We walked upstairs to this closet room full of clothes.

"I was waiting for you to accept my apology to show you this."

I looked around smiling. I walked around pulling out a swimsuit. I ran over hugging him while he hugged back. But then I pulled back awkwardly remembering who I was hugging. I rushed to the bathroom showering and slipping on the swimsuit and putting on lotion. I walked back downstairs seeing Chris in his trunks. I bit my lip no lie dude is sexy as shit. He looked up at me smirking, I looked away shyly and strolled into the living room with him. We then walked to a different part of the house I never seen before. Then we walked to the back automatically stepping in the sand, I looked around at the beautiful water. I smiled breathing in the fresh air.