Making Ends Meet

Chapter 10

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Xita walked over to her desk and picked up the neatly folded piece of paper. Her heart was beating like crazy. What if he wrote it? What if its just some piece of paper? What if it's not even for her?

With trembling hands, she picked up the piece of paper and glanced back at Hoodie, to see him look back at his own paper he was scribbling on. "Is this yours?" She asked, and he just looked at her like she's crazy.

When she looked back at the paper, she saw her name scrawled across it in a beautiful cursive. Of course it's hers, and then she felt dumb for asking. "You left this here?" She asked, him and that time, he didn't even look up, even though he heard her.

She wanted to read it, but not right in front of him. She stuffed the paper in her jean pocket, before setting her bag on the floor and taking a seat, all the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. She wanted more than anything to see what the note said. Just not in front of him.

Class began and flew by slowly for her, but she was fine with that .

"Why didn't you sit with me today?" Angel asked, when she finally caught up with Xita out in the hallway.

"Because that's not my seat," Xita answered. Though it was true, Xita didn't want to be sitting by her the whole time, being annoyed and distracted, and as much as Hoodie was also a distraction, he was a silent distraction that she welcomed.

"Mhmm, you was trying so sit by Hunter," Angel rolled her eyes.

"His name is Hunter?" Xita almost tripped over her own two feet as she was caught off guard.

"Oh, I don't know his name. He just acts like a Hunter to me. He doesn't really look like one, but he's so quiet and mysterious, he seems like his name should be Hunter," she shrugged her shoulders, walking alongside Xita.

"Hmm he does huh?" She thought out loud. She thought the name fit him, but at the same time it didn't. He looked more like a, she didn't know, a Chris or something. No, not even that. He didn't really look like any name fit him, except Hoodie, like she'd been calling him.

She made it to math in no time, chatting with Angel about nothing, until they separated at her classroom door. She went in class, and all eyes were on her, like she was a new student or something. Even the teacher did a double take, but she didn't pay anyone any mind.

Coach Spear had already had the papers passed back in the rows like always and she sat down in her usual middle seat and began doing her work. "Damn girl, you look fine as hell, you gone meet me next period before you go? In the locker room?" Xita didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

His voice was enough to make her legs press together and her mind to go into overdrive. Just the bass made her body shake and her knees knock together as she shifted in her seat, hoping to relieve some tension from between her thighs, with a little friction.

"Yeah, that's cool," she looked up into his light hazel eyes. He wasn't light skinned, more brown skinned, but too light to be considered brown skinned, and too dark to be light skinned. He has smooth skin like creamy peanut butter. His dreads hung over his shoulders, and his one dimple showed when he smiled.

He was the reason Xita was the way she was. Tyrone had some good dick and knew how to work it too. Yeah, she was sexually active, but shit, she couldn't ever find anybody to fuck her like Tyrone did. Just the thought of him had her honey dripping.

"Cool. I'll see you then, Honey," he called her the nickname that only he knew. She dripped , just like honey, when she was with him. She could get wet, but nobody could make her wet like Tyrone did. He usually never called her that unless they were alone though. It turned her on to the max.