Chris and Kamaal

Chapter 44: Confrontations

Chapter 44: Confrontations  

*Kamaal's POV*

It's finally my first day back at school and I'm happy as shit. Layin on that bed and couch all day really makes my ass hurt. Even though I still gotta use my crutches, I can walk a little bit. Well, I can take half a step. Chris gets pissed when he doesn't see me usin them. We pull up to the school and I try to leave without grabbin them from the backseat. I try to limp away quickly but Chris catches me.

"Kamaal get your three legged ass over here and get these crutches!"

"Bae I don't need them! I can walk! See?"

I try to walk but my leg is in shearing pain from trying to. 

"Kamaal you can barely take one step forward. Now get these crutches before I twist up your other leg."

"You really gonna do me like that?"

"Don't tempt me. Here."

Chris hands me my crutches, and I place them under my arms. He looks at me up and down, and we walk in the school. As soon as I walk through the door, hoes is all over me. 

"OMG Kamaal, how do you feel?"

"Do you want me to carry your books?"

"Let me get this for you Kamaal."

"Ladies, ladies...I'm alright. I can carry my own stuff."

"Ok Kamaal, if you need anything at all, let me know."

She pulls a piece of paper out with her number on it out her purse. Chris snatches the paper out my hand, and throws it away right in her face.

"He won't be needing it. Lets go baby." 

Chris walks away and I'm in shock. 

"Oh that's you?"

"Yeah, that's my lil firecracker."

"Oh, well you need to tell him-"

"LETS GO KAMAAL!!!" Chris yells

Chris yells from across the hall and it gets mine and everyone else's attention. I shrug my shoulders and make my way over to my locker where Chris is standing. 

"You good baby?"

"Yeah I was fine until I saw that tramp attempt to give you her number."

I put my crutches against my locker and pull Chris toward me.

"Bae you ain't got nothin to worry about. I ain't sweatin these hoes."

"You better not be." Chris says

"Aww you're so cute when you're jealous."

I lean in and kiss Chris, and Mr. Frazier walks by us.

"Kamaal, Chris....this is an institute of higher education, not a movie theater. Kiss each other on your own time."

"Aww Mr. Frazier, I can't show my boo some love?"

"Mr. Carter hurry up and get in this classroom." 

We both laugh at him and he walks in his class. For a teacher, Mr. Frazier is a cool dude. Maybe because he's one of the youngest teachers in this school. Chris and I continue talking and I see Jamal's punk ass walk by. We mean mug each other and stop once Chris turns around.

''Kamaal don't even think about it."

Chris catches me muggin the hell out of Jamal's ass. 

"Aint nobody worrying about him."

"Alright now, don't do anything stupid."

Chris stands on his tippy toes and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Short ass"

"You love it though!" 

I laugh at him as he grabs my stuff and we head to home room.

*Jamal's POV*

I walk in school and see his punk ass on crutches. Good for him. My plan worked out perfectly. The good thing about it, is that it was staged so well that everyone thought that he lost his footing and fell. The only ones who saw what really happened was Chris and his crew. Kamaal didn't even know what hit him. He was caught by surprise. I'm glad it worked the way I wanted it to, so now I can lead MY team through the playoffs and eventually take the championship. I don't know about Kamaal's condition, but it looks like he's gonna be out for the season. No problem for me. I'll continue taking the spotlight. All eyes on me.

*Trey's POV* 

As Chris and Kamaal walk into class, I couldn't help but stare at the both of them. Chris looks at me as if he has something on his mind, but he doesn't wanna say anything. I'ma give him the space he needs. The least I could do is say hi.

"Wassup Chris?"

"Hey Trey"

I smile on the inside because he actually spoke to me. I know he's still pissed, but I'm willing to wait for him to come to me.

*Kamaal's POV*

I ask Mr. Frazier for the bathroom pass. He gives it to me and I limp out of class. I'm really not goin to the bathroom. I'm really gonna make my way over to the gym to confront Jamal's rat lookin ass about that little stunt he pulled. Because of him, I have to miss the majority of the playoffs. I see him in the gym and I make my way over to him.

"Wassup Kamaal?:

"Don't wassup me nigga. You know I don't fuck with you like that."

"Well what do you want?"

:Don't get smart either. Look, that little stunt you pulled at the last game wasn't cool."

"What are you talkin about dude?"

Now this nigga wanna act like he don't know what I'm talkin about. I'm 3 seconds from placin one of these crutches against his face. 

"Playin stupid will piss me off even more. You know exactly what I'm talkin about."

:Look bruh, I don't have time for mind games. You got somethin to say to me?"

"Keep talkin shit and I'ma shove one of these crutches where the sun don't shine."

"Kamaal you must've forgot who you was fuckin with"

"No, clearly you forgot who you was fuckin with. I know about your little stunt at the game. Just know when I heal, I'm on yo ass bruh. Believe that."

"Oh nigga please, I'll fuck your world up. Now hop away, I have a class to get to."

"This ain't over pussy nigga."

Part of me wants to spit on him because he ain't shit to me. I calm
myself and just walk away from the situation.

*Jamal's POV*

So he knows what Michel and I did. Cool. I pull out my phone and send out a text. 

Text Message: Movin on to phase 2 real soon. Meet me at da crib after school to discuss

Two minutes later I get a response.

Response: Excellent. Get at me later.

My game is just beginning and yours is about to come to an end bruh.