Fortune

Fortune ~ Chapt. 2

Fortune

Chapt. 2

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Morgan-Riley Hurst

        I gave Chris my number at the end of the school day and made my way back home. That boy is crazy. As soon as I walked in the door my mom was all over me.

"Oh my gosh! How was your first day of senior year at the new school? Did you make any new friends? Were there any cute boys? How was it? Tell me everything!"

"Ma, chill out," I shrugged her off and laid out on the couch. "School was fine, yes, yes, everything was good. Told you everything."

"No you didn't. Tell me more about these cute boys."

        I laughed at how excited she was and told her about the guys I met and Sochitta. She was cool as hell. I don't know how she dealt with Chris and the guys all the time though.

"I feel like there's more to this Chris dude," my mama smiled at me.

"No, he's cute. That's all. Speaking of Chris, he's calling me now," I got up and went to my room. "Hello?"

"Hey Morgan."

"Hi, Christopher."

"Miss me yet?"

"No, not really." I laughed.

"What, why not? I miss you."

"Because Christopher. You didn't give me a chance to miss you. We just saw each other like 20, 30 minutes ago. Now what did you call me for?"

"Actually it was 25 minutes, 15 seconds. 16, 17, 18.." He kept going with the seconds.

"Chris! What did you call me for," I stopped him. He laughed.

"To talk."

"About?"

"Us."

"There is no us," I shook my head like he could see.

"Yeah, that's the thing. You should give a brother like me a chance. There could be an us. We could be like Chris Brown and Rihanna. I don't like how that nigga got my name though."

"Pause. Because if anything, you have his name. He's clearly older than us, it was his first. Second of all, I'll be damned if I have a Rihanna and Chris Brown relationship. Ain't no nigga about to put his hands on me. Hell no."

"True," he laughed. "But, still. At least let me try."

"No, you good."

"But why not?"

"Because Freckles. You're annoying and I don't want a boyfriend."

"You don't want a boyfriend or you just don't want me?"

"Both."

"Ah, ha. You got jokes," he laughed dryly and then stopped. "But for real."

"For real."

"I bet I can make you mine."

"I bet you can't."

"Morgan stop. Playing hard to get gets you nowhere." I could tell there was smirk playing at his lips.

"Frecks, I'm not playing hard to get. You just can't get me."