Kayani Little is an 18 year old, hopeless romantic. After having her fair share of failed relationships, she just wants to find the right one.
On the other hand, Chris Rhodes is your typical 18 year old: not looking for any major relationship. He j...
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Chris POV:
I took another hit from the blunt before passing it to Mike.
"Congratulations, again man." I said to Blake.
"Thanks bro." he took a hit. "We've been together for so long I just thought it was only right."
He passed the blunt back to me and took a hit and checked my phone.
"You waiting for Janae to call or something man? You been checking that phone nonstop since we got here."
I sighed while standing from my seat. "Nah, I'm waiting for Nani to text me." I thought long and hard about letting them know what was on my mind but I had to. If she was in danger and we didn't do anything to help, I'd feel horrible.
"I think that dude is hitting her."
They looked at me with dumbfounded expressions.
"Don't play like that." Mike said with a laugh. "That ain't nothing to play around about."
"I know that. That's why I ain't playing nigga. She had a bruise on her wrist and her arm last night bro." I shook my head and slid my hand down my face. "What do I do?"
"I say you meet up with that nigga. Just to feel him out. Don't give him any ideas that you're onto him though." Blake said.
"Or what if you invite him to ball with us later on? That way if any shit pop off, you got us right behind you." Mike chimed in. I agreed with Mike's idea and shot Kayani a text.
Me: hey, if your bf is interested, me mike and blake are going to the park to play some basketball around 3. y'all can come if you want.
Less than 2 minutes later I got a text back from her which was pretty strange to me because I could've sworn she had to work.
Kayani: sure, see u soon.
I was pretty suspicious of the text but I shook it off. Maybe I'm just tripping.
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Kayani POV:
I finished applying my makeup and made sure to pay extra attention to my neck area. Last night when I went to Xavier's house to drop off his food, he was drunk out of his mind. He thought I smelled too much like a man's cologne. We started arguing, one thing led to another and before I knew it his hands were around my throat and I was gasping for air. I was so scared, I thought he was going to kill me. We were making so much noise that Junior came out of his room which finally made Xavier let go of me.
