A story about two people... a boy and a girl... who used to be the best of friends... then suddenly had a fall out. Five years later... it's their last few months before graduating high school. One final project changed their point of views of one a...
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Eyes widen seeing this punk ass at my house. What the hell? "Michael? Aren't you going to say hi?" mom interfered my thoughts. If she only knew. I tried to play it off as if I'm still cool with this idiot, just for mother. "Sup, Alex." I said, approaching to him. He and I dabbed each other with such hate in our faces. I can't stand his ass. The hell does he want anyway?
"What are you doing here at this time of night?" I managed to ask. "I'm actually here for Y/N for the project you two are working on. I won't be long, though."
"And Y/N couldn't do it herself because..." Since when did this fool started helping Y/N with her shit? I ain't falling for his bull. "She was.. but I was already driving by your house so..." he explained. I glanced at mother for a second. She seemed to buy his explanation. Typical.
"Ok.. I'm stepping outside for a second." I said to her. "Ok, dear. I'm heading upstairs. Nice seeing you again, Alex. Tell your parents I said hello." she said, patting on my back. "Will do, Mrs. Jackson. And, nice seeing you as well." Alex waved before stepping out of my house. I closed the door behind me.
"Ight.. I know damn well Y/N didn't send you over here. What's up?" I asked, getting annoyed by his presence. He laughed, shaking his in disbelief. "Michael.. I'm telling you. She sent me over here to give you a message." "And what may that message be?" I stepped a little closer to where he stood. I could punch him in the face for all the bullshit he put both myself and Y/N through.
"She wanted me to give you this..." he said before taking a shot in my gut. I dropped to my knees, holding my stomach from the pain. "You son of a bitch. Yeah.. she told me about your little make out with her. Thought I told you to stay away. Thought I was playing?" he said, angrily.
The somewhat pain went down, letting me get up. "You know... you're calling me a bitch... and yet.. you punch just like one." I said, laughing. Alex tried to swing on me. Luckily, I swerved left, clocking him in the mouth. Twice. He fell to the floor, mouth bleeding. His little whimpers sound so sad and helpless. Music to my damn ears.
"Now that I have your attention.. you're going to listen to me. And you're going to me good. You don't scare me, man. Never have and never will. That little stunt.. that was cute. You got me on the one. But... that'll be the last time you'll ever get to me. Them little punches I gave you.. them shits ain't nothing. But, you don't want me on your ass."
Alex spat blood from his mouth. "Michael... you're a whimp. You ain't going to do shit." "Wanna bet?"
Alex stood up, little wobbly from my punches. "Remember the time my dad took both of us to the shooting range?" he asked. "What about it?" I asked, getting a little scared. I didn't show, though.
"It would be wrong for me to actually take my dad's gun and use it. Wouldn't it?" This dude just threatened me...
"So.. using weapons is your way of defense? Definition of a whimp. Get your whimmpy, crying, daddy finna be looking head ass off of my doorstep. And wipe the blood off my porch." I rolled my eyes, heading back in. "I ain't going to be a daddy. Fuck you mean?"
"Alex.. I know. And it would be a shame if I told Y/N that you knock her best friend up." I said, smirking. Alex looked frightened by my response. "Not for long. She's going to have the abortion like I told her to. So.. it's pointless to snitch." "You think you have all together, don't you? First.. you can't make the mother of your baby have an abortion. It's her decision.. and to me, Chelsea doesn't want to."
"Why is this your problem?"
"Because I love Y/N.. and what you're doing to her is fucked up." I said. Alex wiped the dry blood of his lips. "For the last time.. she doesn't love you!" "I'm not so sure... after all she did kiss me." "Michael... you're full of shit if you think she loves you. She just did it because of... adrenaline. Nothing more. Now, stay away from her. Or else..."
"Or else what? You're gonna take your daddy's gun and shoot me in the head with it?"
"I might just do that." he said, without hesitation.
"Yeah.. we'll see. But in the meantime. Get the fuck off my porch." I said.
Alex scoffed, walking to his car. This dude is crazy. As I walked inside, I heard my phone ring. I smirked to myself, answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey..."
Chapter 23 is up next...
A/N: Hi. So.. I like to read some of your comments in my stories. And, I couldn't help be notice some of the negative feedback. I deleted them after.. but I would like to inform you that this is just fiction. It's a story. It's make believe. Not real. And I don't appreciate the rude comments. So please... if you don't approve my plot.. simply don't read my book. Thank you for your cooperation. And thank you for 2k votes. XOXO 💋
