The Saint & The Sinner

CHAPTER 7

Armani

     When we made it back to Malaysia's house, I sent DeAngelo a text saying me made it, but I didn't get a text back. Not that I was looking forward to one or anything, but I thought he'd at least reply with an okay. I hope he isn't mad about what had happened, I just couldn't let her talk to me like she was crazy any longer. I took boxing lessons growing up, well I was forced by my father. He said it was crazy people out there and I needed to protect myself at all times. I was afraid to fight her at all, but I didn't want too. I knew it would have stirred up problems, and that's the last thing I needed in my life.
     Meanwhile, I was icing my arm where I had a purplish red bruise from when that other girl pulled me away from DeAngelo. I'm light skin, so it shows real clear. I have to get rid of this by tomorrow or my dad would flip out. Malaysia wrapped it for me, while I sat there and thanked her for helping me out today.
     "Bitch you know I got you. We best friends and I'ma always have your back." I smiled, and examined the bandage on my arm.
     "Okay Dr. Malaysia." She laughed.
     "Since I helped yo' ass today, do me a favor." I looked at her.
     "What?"
     "Say 5 curse words in like 3 sentences." I threw my head back in laughter.
     "No Malaysia. You know how I am."
     "Yes bitch. You been like this your whole damn life. Be a rebel for once. God will not dislike you or look down on you because you curse. I mean yeah it's bad, but it's not major. It's just words, and he forgive Armani. You need to be bad for once, and I mean BAD!"
     "Malaysia no."
     "Okay 4."
     "Nope."
     "3 ?"
     "Nope."
     "2 ?"
     "Fine Malaysia." She clapped her hands in excitement.
     "Melina is a confused ass bitch." She laughed hysterically.
     "Bitch that was funny, but that's only 1. Ass is in the Bible." I rolled my eyes.
     "I'm tired of being labeled as a fuckin' saint." She looked at me.
     "Really ?" I nodded.
     "Well bitch stop being a saint, and I'm not saying go out and be reckless, but start doing more bad things. I mean you can still be Christian and go to church but start doing regular young adult shit. Start with cursing." I laughed.
     "Bitch you act like I never knew how to curse. I think it's just unladylike." She shrugged.
     "Yeah that's true I guess, but are you gonna start changing ?" I shrugged unsure.
     "I don't want to be seen as that too good saint that does only Godly things, but I'm scared what would my dad would think. He already talks about disowning me if I turn out to be like the rest of these sinful people."
     "I think he says that to scare you. What father would disown their child​ ?"
     "Well I'ma sleep on that. I'm tired. See you in the morning." I said laying down on the other end of her bed. I checked my phone one last time before going to bed and I had a message from DeAngelo. My phone was just on mute. He sent an okay with a half smile emoji. 😏 I didn't bother replying, instead I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

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     Today went by pretty fast, and surprisingly Melina wasn't here today. Everyone that was there at DeAngelo's party talked about the fight, but I didn't talk much about it. Malaysia loud mouth was being extra like always, but it was funny when you think about it. DeAngelo kept trying to kiss all on me, but I kept moving. I've never dated or thought about dating, because the drama, emotional pain, and agony that it brings. I mean there are some good relationships, but happiness doesn't last forever. My dad know who DeAngelo is and what he doesn't and he would never accept him, so I won't even get myself worked up on the situation.
     "Wassup? You good ?" He asked, I nodded and laid my head on his shoulder as we sat at the tables together with Malaysia, Kai, and his other friends. I honestly forgot their names, so I don't talk to them.
     "I'm just sick, and I don't wanna get you sick." He nodded, and kissed my forehead.
     "I'm leaving school early with them if to don't mind.
     "Nah, you good. I'll just see you another time." He nodded showing his white pearly smiled as his dimples came to sight.
     "How about tonight?" I shrugged.
     "I'll give you a call."
      "Alright." He stood up and winked at me. I flashed him my innocent smiled and he went his way with his friends.
     "Someone's got a crush." Malaysia teased.
     "Yeah right. I'm way out of his league​ and he's out of mine."
     "Stop being in denial. Y'all got that drop dead love in y'all eyes."
     "Love ? Now yo' mind is lost. How and I gonna love this boy and I hardly know him. We just now started actually communicating with one another. These past years we never even liked each other."
     "What if though Armani? Answer that." I rolled my eyes and came out bluntly with it.
     "My father would never accept him, so I would just have to let him go."
     "No offense, but fuck your dad. He can't control who you want to be in a relationship with. He's already controlled half of your life. Live for Armani for once, before it's too late. He won't stick around forever, because he'll feel like you don't want him. Your dad would just have to accept DeAngelo. He's a Christian man right ? Therefore he is not to judge someone because he doesn't have the power to. At the end of the day his opinion really doesn't matter. You're grown right ? Go do grown things baby girl."