Highkey (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4

Chris Pov.

I hate feminists.

Especially the ones in my culture class. If I have an opinion that's different than theirs, I get chewed out. It aggravates me. Does that keeps me from saying what I wanna say?

No.

I don't care for the feelings of anyone. Not that I'm a rude person, although many think so, but I like to be blunt. Being blunt has many pros to it, but also an awful amount of cons.

"So, tell me your definition of love." Ms. Kyler said.

Diana eagerly rose her hand.

"Love is a sheer relationship you have with another person."

"Does anyone disagree?" She asked.

I rose my hand causing Diana to scoff.

"I feel like love is more than just a "sheer" relationship."

"Oh Chris, what would you know about love?"

"Obviously a lot more than you would know according to your definition." I shot back as she turned in her seat to look at me.

"Have you ever experienced it? Oh wait, that's stupid of me to ask seeing that you experienced "love" with every girl here."

"You probably mad cause I haven't "experienced" it with you." I said causing many to laugh.

"Okay, that's enough. We'll be doing a project on this subject. You can do a poster board, PowerPoint presentation, or anything you feel comfortable with. Since love is such a complex subject, I will give you a month to complete this project. This will be due on October 11th. Any questions?"

"Are you accepting early projects?" Diana asked.

"Nope, I want it on the exact date. No earlier no later. Class dismissed." I stood and grabbed my things as Diana made her way to me.

"I don't appreciate what you said during class today." She said.

"I don't appreciate you talking to me as if I interact with you on a daily basis."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you failed this project, you have--"

"What makes you think I'mma fail?"

"You play women as if they're toys and kick them to the curb as if you had no dealings with them."

I chuckled and shook my head as  I got ready to leave.

"Bye Diana. I don't have time for you today."

I left before she could say anything else and met Q at the gym.

What Diana said didn't bother me, I just took it as a challenge.

Camryn Pov~×~

"Where you wanna take your pictures at?" I asked my current customer. He was a basketball  player who needed photos, a lot of photos.

"In the gym." I nodded and grabbed my stuff. We went in the gym and the first thing I smelled was sweat.

Is this where niggas get it in at?

"On the basketball court?" I asked looking for possible places we could take the pictures at.

"Nah, we can start with the bleachers."

Turning towards the bleachers I heard someone call me.

"Ay Camryn!" It was Chris.

"Hey there Delilah."

"Whatchu in here for?" He asked.

"I'm taking pictures."

"Oh makin that Mula." He smirked.

"You already know."

"Mind if I watch?" He asked.

"You wanna watch me take pictures?"

"Yeah, I wanna see how you interact with your customers." I chuckled at his statement and shrugged.

"Sure."

I set my equipment up and began to take his pictures.

"Hold the ball in your hands and look to your.....left."

"So how long have you been taking pictures?" Chris asked.

"Uhh... I started in my 9th grade year. So about 6 years."

"That's what's up."

"How long you been playing football?"

"I started in the little leagues when I was 5 so...uh. Wanna do the math for me?" He asked.

"You're 20 right?"

"Turned 20 in May."

"So 15 years. You're probably good at what you do." I said as I took another photo.

"Yup."

"Do you wanna be a professional football player?" He looked at me and shrugged.

"Do you wanna be a professional photographer?"

"Maybe." I shrugged.

~×~

After taking his pictures I went straight to the library, of course Chris wanted to come as well.

"You goin to Q's party?" He asked.

"Who's Q?"

"You don't know Q? Well, Quentin?" I shook my head as the pictures were printed.

"You should come through, I know you ain't got shit to do."

"How would you know that?"

"It's a Saturday, no one's busy on Saturday's." He shrugged.

"Well if you must know, I'm usually very busy on Saturday's."

"Oh."

"But I guess I'll show up to this lame party." I joked.

"Ay, it's lit. Let's go."

"I can go in my car."

"Why can't you go with me?" He asked.

"I don't know you like that." He smacked his teeth and shook his head at me.

"I watch too many movies of girls being kidnapped, I'm not taking any chances."

"You act like I'mma hurt you, c'mon."

"Alright, but I gotta leave early."

"Cool."  I looked around for his car for a while until it chirped.

"That's your car?" I asked looking at the matte black Lamborghini.

"Yeah, you like it?"

"Uh, duh. Wanna switch cars with me?" I asked.

"Yo car ain't that bad."

"It isn't a Lamborghini.." I muttered getting in.

He got in as well and cranked the car up. Before he got a chance to pull off, I cleared my throat, loud enough for him to hear.

"What?"

"Your seatbelt."

He playfully rolled his eyes and put it on.

"Can we go now mom?"

"Yeah we can."