Keep You In Mind

Fantasy

Chamony had almost kissed Isaac.

Well, technically he had tried to kiss her, but she certainly didn't try to stop him.

It was sudden, unexpected, but she wanted it to happen.

She wanted to kiss Isaac, for him to kiss her.

Elisha's words at the hospital had really got her thinking.

As much as she loved her mother, she didn't want to end up like her.

She had made bad decisions, laid up with the wrong men and now spent her time dedicated to trying to stop Chamony from making the same mistakes.

But in her effort to make Chamony's life better, she had only made the child miserable and paranoid when it came to men.

And it had worked, Chamony had believed the elder Wells.

Then came Isaac.

He was a nuisance, an irritant, but then he all of a sudden wasn't. He was now a welcome interruption. She enjoyed having him around and having him to confide in when it came to Sammy.

He didn't just look at her with pity like everyone else, but with understanding and a little bit of sympathy.

She liked that about him, that he didn't downplay anything.

He could put up with her, with her mouth and all of her smart remarks. He didn't regard her as another angry black woman, but just a woman who had plenty to share.

He listened to her and for that, she was so grateful.

"Why is he staring at me?" She mumbles in annoyance at the green eyed boy with dirty blonde hair who had been eyeing her the whole time she and Isaac had been standing outside of their classroom.

Isaac looks up from his phone, and darts his eyes to Michael Ray, a redshirt freshman from North Dakota. He's had limited interaction with the boy, but enough to know what's he's about.

Nothing good.

"I don't know," Isaac shrugs, and goes back to going through his Instagram feed. "But if he doesn't stop, he'll be a redshirt next season too."

"He's on the football team?"

"You could say that."

"So he's shi*ty?"

"Saylor doesn't recruit shi*ty players."

"Then how the hell did you get here?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

She furrows her eyebrows, "Saylor has a casting couch?"

He frowns, "Too much." 

"Let me guess," she purses her lips. "That's what she said?"

He smirks, "That's what they all say."

"Eww," she shakes her head. "You're nasty."

"You're still my friend though."

"Pity friendship. Ever heard of one?"

He smiles and goes to say something when Michael decides to walk his happy behind over and interrupt their moment.

"Chamony right?"

She glances at him, disinterested already with the young man. "Maybe."

The green eyed player smiles, "I'm Michael."

She nods slowly and pushes her lips together, "that's nice."

He keeps his grin, "you got a boyfriend?"