Is My "BLACK" Beautiful?

Love To The Point of Hate

OKAY SO CHANGE OF PLANS ON THOSE QUESTIONS I REALIZED I HAVEN'T PROPERLY INTRODUCED ALL THE CHARACTERS SO I'LL HOLD OFF ON THE QUESTIONS.

Please excuse any and every mistake flaw misspelling and typo it like 3:19 in the morning where I'm at I'm literally about to pass out ✌️💁💤

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"Why is it that you can be my best friend, and I can tell you anything except the fact that I've loved you forever, in more then one way. I know we're meant to be together, just not right now.. hopefully soon though, because I can't imagine my life without you in it."

-Unknown

RAKIM

All together I feel like Z was trying to make sure he spent all of Harlem's free time with her. Yeah it bothered me just like it bothered me when she kissed him, I kiss her and she all walking away and shit but this nigga she kissing him herself.

Maybe I was out of line for all those comments making it sound like we did way more in my room than we actually had did.

Z started the shit though talking bout second,third, and fourth kisses. Like nigga I didn't ask you all that shit?

That's my nigga but he was wildin the way he annonced there kisses.

I don't even like Harlem so why he feel like he gotta lock her down? He probably see me as a threat to him. I think Harlem don't know how to feel around me so she tried to argue with me just so she would have a reason for us not to be talking.

"All that shit you said wasn't even called for Rakim! You made it sound like we did something when we really didn't!"

She was mad and her little nose crinkled up. She looked like a little kid who didn't get her way. I found it too amusing to take serious.

I started chuckling as she went off on me more for not taking her seriously. Her tirade seemed to have no end.

"Bruh can you just chill?"

I was still laughing when I gave her a noogie and started heading to my class which was Chemistry.

Mr.Farcer was a tough teacher with a class your guaranteed to fail if you don't keep your eyes glued to the lesson. I have this class with my homegirl Chi her real name is Chicago though. I'm one of her small amount of friends a lot of people don't like her just off rip. Not one legitimate reason.

Chicago Jenkins is a very troubled girl. Underneath her hard exterior is just a girl wanting to be cared for and loved. I don't like her at all in that way she more like someone I feel compelled to help. I just can't be no green ass nigga towards females, call me Captain SaveAHoe if you want.

Chi has a nigga and he way older than us like about four years. He feeds her the same "you know I love you" bit every time he needs money. He pretty much passes her on to his homies and even some strangers for whatever price peaks his interest.

I feel sorry for her cause she actually believes that nigga. I could never understand a grown man fucking and playing with young girls emotions. Was it that hard to find a woman they own age?

She came into the class and sat next to me giving me a smile that she doesn't let show often.

"Hey Keem good afternoon."

She sets her book bag down and opens up her arms for me to give her a hug. She always says that simple hugs can literally be what made her day. Considering her life I believe that.

"Okay ladies and gentleman you guys have a quiz today and you only have today to do it. It's sixty-five questions and you have thirty minutes to complete it."