I Wanna Be

Chapter 2 ❤️

Present Day

It's been a year since Zaire and I have met. Over the year he became my bestfriend, we went everywhere together and did everything together. Most people make remarks such as "You guys are such a cute couple!" or "How long have you two been together?" whenever we're in public and I blush every time we're asked that because secretly I have a crush on him. I'm damn near in love with this nigga. I don't plan on him knowing that shit though. What if he doesn't feel the same? What if he laughs when I tell him?

To make matters worse, after I was offered a full scholarship to Florida to play ball he told me he was also going there. I don't think I could be able to function with all the hoes I'm sure he's going to have. Honestly I was happy when he told me he was going to go to a community college for a semester near our hometown then come to Florida. That way I could find me a guy to talk to and make my feelings for him disappear. Unfortunately, being busy prepping for my first season of college ball I never had the time and now I'm currently helping him move into his off campus apartment in Florida.

"Stop daydreaming Babygirl. And get to moving all these boxes."

"Shut up Zaire. I'm tired." I whined

"Lazy ass," he mumbled before walking back into his 2 bedroom apartment.

"I heard that punk!"

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After another hour of moving all those fucking boxes we were finally done. I plopped onto his bed while he looked at me like I was crazy.

"Bruh, I just made that shot up. get yo uglass up."

"I'm tired hoe. All them damn boxes and shit. Moved yo whole fucking room down here. Every pair if draws and everything."

"Fuck you man," he replied laying down by me with his arms behind his head.

After about an hour we became bored with watching Moesha episodes.

"Shopping," I suggested after he asked what we could do until we hit the club scene later on.

"Yeah," he said.

"I'm going home to shower and stuff. I'll be back in 45 be ready."

Once I made it to my apartment I stared at my closet trying to figure out what to wear. This Florida heat ain't playing. Real shit. I decided to wear some short overalls that were shredded a camo bandeau and my camo KD's. I took a 20 minute shower, got dressed and just stared at my hair. I hate this curly shit sometimes, so I just put it in a cute, messy bun. I checked myself out in the mirror and grabbed my keys and wallet, fuck a purse.

Let's see how this day plays out.