Young Dreamer

Young Dreamer << Seventeen

Christian Le'Anne

Fuck Jordan and everything he's going through. I can't believe I went to talk to his ass.

Who does he think I am?

He's got his entire life and all his priorities fucked up thinking I'm supposed to be cool with what I saw. That shit was like a slap in the face to me. I sacrifice for his ass all the time and this is what I get in return. That's bullshit.

I was on my way to pick up Kai for our hair appointment when my phone rang. Guess who?

I hit cancel.

"Hello?" Fuck. I hate when that happens.

"Bye Jordan," I say he turning on my blinker.

"Christian wait! Let me explain."

"You explained yesterday."

"No I didn't. I know what you saw yesterday was fucked up and I apologize. Forreal. That girl yesterday meant nothing to me. I don't even know her name."

"Are you done?" I ask.

"What?"

"Jordan weather you realize it or not, I'm done with you. I can't keep playing these back and forth games with you. I'm tired. Whenever we get into a fight or an argument or when something doesn't go your way, you go and and find a bitch that will give you whatever you want. No questions asked and that's not fair to me." I say. "I give you my all. I put everything I have into this relationship, Jordan. I can't keep playing these childish ass games with you. If I can't have all of you all the time, then I don't want you at all."

I hung up the phone before he could say anything else. I meant every single word. I can't keep playing with him.

^ Jordan Isaac ^

Fuck man. 

I've been trying to talk to her stubborn ass for days. This is the first time she's picked up for me in almost a week.

I know what she saw was fucked up, and honest to God I didn't know that girl from Adam or Eve. I have no idea why she was sitting on my lap, or why Christian took it so seriously. It wasn't like I was fucking the girl on the table or trying to swallow her tongue. If I could go and take that day back, I would. No questions asked.

I miss her ass like hell. I just wish whatever she was so upset about, that she would've just come to me before she allowed herself to boil over the way she did a few nights ago.

I was at Carson's crib waiting on Jamilla and Cali. I was riding with him to drop them off at the hair salon or some shit, then we had some business to handle, but they were taking forever and a damn day.

"Carson, bro, what's taking so long?" I ask looking at my watch.

"Asking me like I'm up there." he responded.

"J, the hell is taking so long? Y'all are about to get left."

"Shut the hell up. We're coming. I had to do our hair." She shot back making her way down the stars with Cali on her hip.

"Hell you mean you were doing y'all's hair? Ain't y'all going to a hair appointment?"

"Just because we have a hair appointment doesn't mean we can just walk in there looking any kind of way."

I laughed at them and retrieved my god daughter from Jamilla's arms and the keys from Carson's hands as I made NY way to the car.

"Hey baby girl," I cooed as she laughed.

"Uncle Jowrdan. Cali lub yew."

"I love you more baby girl," I kissed her cheeks.

Christian