When Jaida Met Kadeem

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"I love you," Shane said, leaving me, Jaida La'Shanay Harris the girl who loves to talk and can never shut her mouth because she always has an answer to everything...speechless. Shane isn't the 'I Love You' type; he doesn't like showing anyone his emotions. he has status on road, everyone knows him or knows of him...Shane, no tag - he thinks he's too nice for one - bare people are shook of him and he's respected (for all the wrong reasons in my opinion), he doesn't show his nice side a lot because I guess he doesn't want to be taken for a prick. It's too late for him to be nice anyway because everyone will just get more scared...

I'm his third wifey, before me and the other two chicks Shane didn't do relationships, just links...not even links you know I'm being polite, they were just f*cks. That's because Shane is one picky motherf*cker, he looks for certain things in chicks that I don't really understand, because chicks these days are too predictable - his words, not mine.  

He saw something in me apparently, the way I got rude to him when he tried to move to me on my first day at his school, how I'm feisty and straight-up, always speaking my mind. I don't fix up for school, I'd roll into class with my hair scraped back in a bun and my glasses on (my contacts are for special occasions!), fixing up for school: what is really the point? Who am I going to impress? No-one, I'm there for education and education only! When Shane was trying to get my attention I thought he was nice yeah, but I'd heard stories about him...bad stories and when I looked at him I couldn't imagine us getting along; Jaida, likkle miss feisty on the outside, but a sweet girl deep down who goes church every Sunday and gives homework in on time. Shane: crazy-tempered black boy who threatens teachers and is a flirt with girls, on road 24/7 and has never done a finished piece of homework.  

Then something magical happened, one English lesson (we were in the same class but I always sat as far away from him as I could.) he got moved to sit next to me because he was making so much noise on his table of black people, I sat by myself because I work better that way; 1 black person + 1 black person = 2 distracted failures in school. Then we gradually started talking, I found out there's more to him then what he comes across as...three weeks later we started doing a ting, no-one saw it coming, most of all me.

Here we are four months later, the last day of the summer holidays before we start Year Ten, we were just jamming in Shane's room lying on his big double bed my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. How were we talking about food we'd never eat (don't ask lol...) when he comes out with "I love you,"  

I lift my head up from his chest and look at his face, he looks down at me with those sexy eyes of his; they're light, light brown. "Really?" I asked, looking deep into his eyes, bare watching his face to see if he's lying...I'm like a human lie detector truss.  

"Yeah," he said, slowly sitting up, I sat up too my heart beating FAST wow, I've never seen a face as serious as Shane's was at that moment, "I've never told a chick that I love her before and I don't plan to tell any other chick but you,"  

I smile at the uncomfortable look on his face, knowing he's being serious. "Wow Shane, I didn't know you could come out with sweet words like that,"  

He smiles back, "Me too," he said, "See what you've done to me?"  

"I'm Voo-doo," I laughed moving closer to him, when I looked up at his face I felt a wave of affection run through me and that's when I decided I couldn't be without Shane, I couldn't imagine my life without him, I liked him bare but was it love? My auntie Donna always told me that I should really know someone before I call them the one I love and when I looked at Shane I saw secrets...a lot of secrets. This guy's only fourteen, fifteen in a week but the stuff he's done is crazy it scares me so much that I don't even want to know anymore I just let him get on with it and when he comes back to me you wouldn't even know, which kinda makes it easier to pretend it doesn't happen...