The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 1

•Drea•

I Wasn't Okay At The Moment. I Sat In The Middle Of My Back Yard, With My Legs Crossed Listening To My Phone Which Was Connected To My Speaker Via Bluetooth. The Song That Was Playing Was Fuck With Myself By Banks. My Mom And Siblings And Well...Damn Near Everyone Else Hated My Taste In Music. I Could Honestly Listen To Anything. Even Country. It Was The Middle Of Summer.

Cause I fuck with myself more than anybody else
It's all love
I used to care what you think about me
It's all love
Cause my love so good
So I fuck with myself more than anybody else

I Have Friends. I Don't Want To Sound Lonely But At Times They Got On My Very Last Nerve And It Didn't Help With My Depression. And Then At The Moment, My Phone Rings.

Ana Would Like To FaceTime.

I Rolled My Eyes Before Amswering. Last Time I Talked To Ana, We Talked About Some Guy She Fucked. That's Seems To Be All Me And My Friends Ever Talk About.

"Yeah?" I Asked.

"You Outside Again?"

"Where Else Would I Be."

"....Anyway Guess What Bitch."

"What?"

"I Talked To Clarence."

"And What He Say?"

"He Wanna See Me Tonight."

"I Though You Was Suppose To Be Going To David House."

"Well I Don't Know. I'm Not Really Feeling Him Right Now."

This Was A Problem That Fed Into My Insecurities And Fueled My Depression. My Female Friends Always Talk About All The Guys That Want Them Or All The Dudes They Want While No One Even Looks At Me. I'm Not The Girl That Guys Fawn Over And Ask For Their Number. Boys Didn't Talk To Me In Highschool And Guys Don't Talk To Me Now. I Was Almost Ashamed To Say That At 24 Years Old, I Am In Fact Still A Virgin. My Friends Say 'Oh You Won't Be For Long' And I Have People Who Tell Me To Wait For The Right One But, In This Day And Age, Is There A Right One? You Could Wait Until Marriage And Things Still Might Not Play Out Right, So I Don't Believe In That.

"I Guess."

"Drea, You Being Dry."

"I'm Thinking."

Suddenly On My Phone Appeared Keena Would Like To FaceTime.

"Keena Calling Me." I Told.

"Aight I'll Talk To You Later."

I Answered For Keena.

"Bitch We Coming To Get You!" She Yelled Into The Phone.

My Face Scrunched Up. "What?"

"Marcus Trying To Go Get These Ticket To This Boxing Thing Or Whatever And We All Going."

"Who Said I Wanted To Go See A Fight."

"It's That Fine Ass Dude, What's His Name Again Marcus?"

"Michael-"

"Oh Yeah! Michael B Jordan."

"Okay Wait, You Know He Iiiis Fine."

"Get Your Shit, We Coming Up The Street."

"Okay Fine."

I Got Up And Went In The House. Keena Is Loud And Bougie Asl. She Think She Not, But She Really Is. I Love Her Though. She Unapologetically Her. Marcus Is Our Gay Male Friend. He's MY Bestfriend. Also He's Not One Of Those Flaunt It In Your Face Types And He Not Feminine But He WILL Let You Know When He Likes What He See's. I've Been With Them Since Freshman Year And We Made It Out Strong Despite What My Mom Said. I Mean, I Lost Friends, Got Into It With Bitches, And Lost What Was Suppose To Be Best Friends But In The End I Got All I Need...I Think.

I Grabbed My Purse And Threw My Wallet, Keys, And Whatever Else I Needed In There.

"Ma I'm Leaving." I Said Walking Into The Kitchen.

"And Where You Going?"

At 24 Years Old, My Mother Still Felt The Need To Ask Me This Question. Not In A Concerning Way But More Of A Nosey All In My Business Way And She WILL Get Mad If I Don't Tell Her.

"Marcus and Keena Wanna Go Get Tickets To Watch That Fight In Person."

"Ooh The One Coming Up With That Fine Ass Michael B Jordan."
I Heard A Horn Honk Letting Me Know They Were Outside.

"And No I'm Not Getting You A Ticket." I Said As I Hurriedly Ran Outside.

I Walked Up To The Passenger Side Of My Best Friends 2006 Jeep Commander And Opened The Door. I Stared Straight At Keena As She Stared At Me.

"Bitch Move, You Know I Don't Sit In The Back Seat." I Told Her.

Her Mouth Dropped And She Looked At Marcus.

"The Front Seat Is Hers." He Said After Shrugging.

She Looked Back At Me With Her Mouth Still Open. She Grabbed Her Stuff And Hopped In The Back. They Should Know This Already. I NEVER Sit In The Back Seat, Unless Like, Marcus Boyfriend Is With Him. The Same With Ana's Car. I'm Always Shotgun. As We Were Making Our Way To The Grand Heir Center We Decided To Gossip And Talk Shit As Always.

"Y'all Remember Jazmin?" Keena Asked

"Which One?" I Questioned.

"Big Jazmin, They One Who Used To Swallow Dick Like Vienna Sausages."

Me And Marcus Burst Out Into Laughter. One Of Us Always Had To Say Something Stupid.

"What, I'm Serious."

"What About Her?" I Asked.

"She Got Gonorrhea."

I Gasp Loudly.

"How?!" Marcus Asked. "Wait How You Know."

"Okay So You Remember Chase, His Sister And Her Friend Was Fucking With  The Same Dude Kelsey Used To Fuck With, That Dude Was Fucking Jazmin Nigga." She Said All In One Breath

"Wait Whaaaaat, Back Track." I Said Turning All The Way Around In My Seat. Well As Much As I Could.

"Mhm." She Nodded. "That's Why I Say, Be Careful Who Y'all Fucking Out Here."

"Yeah, Like I'm Fucking Somebody." I Said Sarcastic.

"Don't Worry, We Gone Find You Some Dick Bestfriend." Marcus Told Me As I Turned Back Straight Into My Seat.

Yeah Well See.