Chapter 11

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Malcum's POV

"What?" Roger whispered.

The heartbreak,betrayel and sadness was evident in his voice.

He stood up off the desk and ran out.

"ROGER!!" I screamed as I ran after him.

I ran into Roger's mum.

"What have you done to my son?" she hissed.

"This wouldn't have happend if you hadn't barged in." I hissed right back at her.

I pushed past her only to find Roger in the arms of Nick.

Didn't look like he wanted to be there though.

"Nick,if you don't let go of me right now,you'll be sorry." Roger seethed.

I know this is bad-timing for this but that Roger is honestly,the most beautiful and sexiest person in the world.

"Or what?" Nick challenged "You'll run to your petty little boyfriend?" he ended with a light chuckle but evetually turned into a grunt of pain as Roger punched him in face,kneed him in the balls and flipped him over his shoulder.

He walked at a brisk pace to the door. I followed soon after.

Just as I reached for the handle,Jared caught my shoulder and spun me around.

"What is wrong with you?! Didn't you see what he did?" he asked frustrated.

"What is wrong with me?!" I asked incredously "I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that probably I just lost the best thing that has ever happend to me?!"

"You have actual feelings for this waste of spac--"

He didn't finish. That probably has to do with the fact that I punched him.

"Don't. You. Dare. Say anything about Roger." I hissed. "He is kind and sweet and the best thing to ever happen to me. So if I were you,I'd shut the fuck up."

I glared at him,locking eyes with him. He looked away and I exited through the door.

Roger was nowhere to be seen.

It's a good thing I know a thing or 2 about my baby or I'd be in trouble.

Huh.

My baby.

I really,really like the sound if that.

I ran to the rocky ledge on the far side of the beach.

There he was,sitting on a rock,knees pulled up to his chest,his head resting on top of them,rocking with sobs.

"Roger?" I said quietly as I slowly approached him.

"What do you want?" his broken voice whispered.

Beyond popular beliefs,I do have a heart and right now,it's breaking.

"A chance to explain." I begged quietly.

Weird.

I'm begging for a second chance.

Me.

The most feared gangsta leader in all of fChicago.

"Explain?" he asked incredously. "Explain what? You lying to my face? You telling me love me when you onviously don't? You --"

"Stop right there." I lightly snapped.

By this time,Roger was up on his feet,breathing heavily.

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