The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 5

•Drea•

I Was Miserable At My Job. I Work At This Little Ass Clothing Store Called Trendy Threads And I Absolutely Hate It. My Boss Is A Bitch And I Don't Care For Most Of My Co-Workers. Plus The Costumers Can Be Very Rude. The Only Good Things Is That They Pay 10.25 An Hour.

"Drea I Need You To Go Fix The Shoes." My Co-Worker Tiffany Told Me.

I Absolutely Hate Tiffany's Ass. I Just Want To Beat Her Ass One Good Time. She's Been Bothering Me Ever Since I Started Working Here And I Have No Idea Why. Carolyn Is Our Boss And You Would Swear Tiffany Was Her Daughter Or Something With The Way She Kiss Her Ass. Carolyn Is 10 Times Worse Than Tiffany.

"You Do It."

"Excuse Me."

"Tiff Don't You See I'm On My Break. and I'm Sure You Ain't Doing Nothing Sooo.."

"Fine Imma Just Let Carolyn Know You Not Doing Yo Job"

I Stood Up. "Fine Tiffany, But If I Call Corporate On Y'all About How Y'all Do Us Employees Y'all Shit Getting Shut Down." I Said As I Walked Passed Her

"Don't Be Extra."

My Head Snapped In Her Direction Before I Felt And Arm Pull Me Away.

"Let Me Go Leah." I Said Without Looking.

"Nah Fam, You Need Yo Job And You Not Leaving Me Here With Them."

I Rolled My Eyes And Walked Ahead Of Leah. Leah Is One Of The Only People In Here I Can Stand. I Hate The People In Here With A Passion.

"Imma Fucking Smack Her."

"In Due Time Fam."

My Phone Buzzed In My Pocket And I Looked At It.

Michael 🥊🤤: So You Definitely Bringing That Ass Today

Me: 😂 What Did I Tell You

Michael 🥊🤤: And I Told You, I'm A Grown Man, I Do What I Want

Me: 🙄 Do Not Start With Me

Michael 🥊🤤: 😁

"Um Who You Texting, Cheesing And Shit?" Leah Asked Me.

I Looked At Leah And Slightly Shrugged. "A Dude."

"Oooh Who."

"Nobody Special."

She Squinted Her Eyes At Me. "So We Lying To Each Other Now?"

"You Not Gone Believe Me If I Told You."

She Gasped. "Miss Carolyn Son?!"

"Girl Shhhhh, No!" I Said Looking Around. "You Gotta Promise Not To Tell. You Really Ain't Gone Believe Me."

"Okay Who."

"Michael B. Jordan."

She Stared At Me. "Mbj, The Boxer?"

"I Told You, You Wasn't Gone Believe Me."

"You Lying."

"I Swear I'm Not Lying." I Said Before Stopping To Think About It.

I Laughed To Myself.

"I Want Proof."

"Okay."

"Hold Up, Bitch Are You Serious?"

"I Told You, I'm Not Lying."

"How Did Y'all Meet."

"Well I Went To The Fight Friday Night And After The Fight I Literally Bumped Into Him. Monday Night I Was At The Community Center Dancing And He Found Me."