Suicide Note

Chapter Eight

Christopher...

Stepping out of the shower, I grab my white towel and wrap it around my waist. My feet pat down against the soft plush rug as I make my way over to the mirror then turn the sink on. I grab my toothbrush from the holder and place some toothpaste on it before wetting the brush. I take my time brushing my teeth. I'm in no rush, tomorrow will be the first day back to school in two days and I didn't feel like facing anybody. Sighing, I set my clean toothbrush back into the holder and shut off the water. I use my face towel to wipe off my face before opening the bathroom door and entering my room. The dark room light up a bit when I turn on my side dresser lamp and pull out a pair of briefs. Movement on my bed causes my head to jerk towards the noise and my eyes widen.
"Shit! You scared me!" I say, my hand on my chest as I stare into his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here? How'd you even get in here?" I ask as I clutch my towel tighter around me. He licks his lips and stands up from my bed. Slowly, tauntingly, he walks over to me before giving me a smile.
"Your window was open." He states simply before letting his eyes scan over me.
"Trey you really shouldn't do things like that." I whisper nervously and he chuckles before reaching for my towel. I clear my throat and back away from him a bit. His eyebrows raise and he moves his hand away from me, a smirk on his lips.

"You act like I haven't seen it before." He laughs before plopping on my bed. My face reddens a bit and I look away from him.
"I-I know you have." I say softly before swiping my briefs from the top of my dresser. He just stares at me, a smirk still on his lips as he watches me pull the clothing on.
"I ain't heard from you in a minute... was starting to think you don't like me anymore." He suddenly says as I power up my smart T.V. I turn to glance at him quickly before shaking my head and turn back towards the T.V
"You said you only wanted a one time thing... I gave you your space." I say blandly. My bed shifts then there's silence through the room. As I'm fumbling with my remote, trying to search for a movie on Netflix a arm wraps around my waist. I blink, simply ignoring him as I continue my search.
"Why you acting funny?" He breathes in my ear, his voice husky and deep. I clear my throat, ignoring his question and click on American Horror Story. Might as well finish up the last season. "I missed your light skin ass." He chuckles and presses himself closer to me. The bulge beneath his sweats becomes evident and I let my eyes close for a brief second.

"I'm not into the fuck buddy thing." I say softly before pushing him back. I can tell his thrown off my rejection but he quickly straightens himself out and gives me another smile.
"I don't want to be fuck buddies." He says and I stare at him. His eyes stare into my own as I try to see past his lie.
"Yeah?" I ask, tilting my head a bit and he nods before grabbing my waist with his hands. He pulls me in close to him before biting into his bottom lip.
"Yeah, I want something more." He says and I look down at his lips that are getting closer to my own.
"I slept with Robyn." I blurt out and he freezes. His jaw clenched tightly for a second before he releases me. He lets his brown orbs snap up and look into my own before chuckling bitterly.
"You fucked my ex? What's wrong with you Chris?" He growls and I swallow the lump in my throat. Why'd I do this to myself?
"It was a in the moment kind of thing..." I whisper and he shakes his head at me. He looks as if he's trying to get something out but once he realizes he can't, he shakes his head once more. Seconds later he heads back towards the window before glaring at me.
"Fuck you nigga, that's some dirty shit." He spits before climbing back out of the window. Not even attempting to chase him I mentally give up. I close my eyes and plop onto my bed before I feel tears begin to burn in my eyes.

When I let my eyes open again, the sun is completely gone and the moonlight shines into my room. I turn to my side and stare at the T.V that was now asking me if I was still watching. I lazily reach for my remote and click 'continue watching' and drop the remote on my side dresser. I stare at the T.V until my eyes get heavy and decide not to fight it tonight. My eyes flutter closed and before I know it, sleep takes over me.
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