The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 24

•Drea•

I Woke Up With No Energy, Feeling A Bit Lethargic. I've Been In My New House For 4 Days Now. I Dragged Myself Out Of Bed And Went To The Bathroom. I Went Downstairs And Everybody Was Already In The Kitchen.

"We Should Go Out For Breakfast." Keena Suggested.

"And Who Got The Money Cause Until It Start Rolling In I Need To Save What I Got."

"Bitch You Can't Pay For One Meal?"

"Baby, We Not In Chicago. This Is L.A. Okay. We Go Out There And I'm Guaranteed To Spend Over A Hundred Dollars."

"Yeah She Right But Your Car Made It." Sam Told Me.

I Ran Outside Seeing My White 2014 Malibu LT. I Ran Up To Her Hugging Her.

"Ooh Baby I Missed You."

Not Having A Car Would Be A Stressful Thing For Me. Even Though I'm A Dancer I Hate Walking.

I Went Back Inside And Got Showered And Dressed, Putting On Some Black Jogging Pants And A Red Tank Top With My Red Air Force Max 90's. I Threw My Hair Into A Ponytail And Ran Back Downstairs. I Have To Run Out To The Store To Get The Stuff For My Little Housewarming Get-Together Tomorrow.

I Found A Party City And Was Happy When I Saw They Were Fully Stocked With Everything I Needed. I Was Grabbing The Things I Need When I Noticed A Girl Watching Me Out Of The Corner Of My Eye.

"Can I Help You?" I Asked As I Grabbed A Couple Of Packs On Napkins.

"I'm Sorry, Your Drea Right?"

"Do I Know You."

It Seems Like This Has Been Happening A Lot Lately.

"No, I Follow You On Instagram. I Love Your Dance Videos."

I Looked Over At Her. She Was Young, At Least 14. She Was Tall And Slim.

"Oh, Thank You. I Appreciate It."

"Do You Teach Classes."

"Well I'm About To Begin Soon And I'm About To Start Coaching A Dance Team. You Should Come To The Auditions."

I Gave Her The Information And She Seemed Happy As She Walked Away. I Got A Few More Things And The Found A Local Cake Shop To Order A Cake Cause Why Not. I Stopped By A Grocery Store Also. Walmart Wasn't That Close So I Settled For Food 4 Less. I Got Chips And 3 Different Types Of Dips. I Got Turkey And Ham Finger Sandwiches Along With A Couple Of Things To Drink. Pop Or Soda As You Will, And Alcohol. I Was Also Going To Make Pasta Salad And Deviled Eggs Because Honestly I Have An Obsession. Oh And You Can't Forget The Vegetable Tray. It's Not Going To Be Many Of Us.

When I Got Home I Put Everything Away And Went Into The Basement. I've Had A Itch To Dance That I Haven't Scratched Yet. I Hooked My Phone Up To The Speaker Via Bluetooth And Played Options By Luke James. I Set My Phone Off To The Side And Began Dancing.

I Could Feel The Vibrations Of The Music In My Feet And It Made Me Tingle. I Felt Good Dancing To This Song And It Was One Of My Faves By Him. I Started Zoning Out And Started Thinking About Other Things, Eventually Stopping My Dance As The Music Still Played, Ending Up On The Floor. I Stared At Myself In The Mirror. I Stared At My Features. I Examined Myself. There Was Moment That Flashed In My Head.

I Was A Freshman In Highschool And I Wanted To Join The Dance Team. I Was Excited About It. I Couldn't Even Sleep Thinking About Tryouts. There Was At Least 50 Girls And Quickly I Became Intimidated. As Soon As I Walked In Front Of The Coaches I Heard Snickering.

"She A Little Heavy To Be On The Dance Team." A Girl Failed To Whisper.

"Are You Sure You Were Suppose To Come Here?" The Coach Asked. "The Choir Is Having Tryouts Maybe You Want Them."

Instantly I Was Hurt And The Other Girls Started Laughing. I Left Feeling Ashamed Of Myself. I Sat In The Bathroom For The Rest Of The Day.

I Brought Myself Back To Looking In The Mirror Only To See Michael Standing By The Stairs.

"You Okay?" He Asked Softly.

"Yeah, Just Thinking About Some Old Shit." I Said Wiping My Tears.

He Came And Sat Next To Me. "Like What?"

"High School."

"Hated It?"

"I Was In A Lot Of Drama And I Was Also Bullied."

It Was Quiet As We Looked At Each Other Through The Mirror.

"I Didn't Want To Tell You This But That Night We Got Into It About My Ankle And You Called My Stupid, Really Hurt. I Couldn't Learn As Fast As The Other Kids. I Couldn't Comprehend A Lot Of Shit. I Was The Slow Girl. My Family Even Made Statements Like "You Know You Gotta Talk To Her Slow" Or "You Can't Tell Her Too Many Things
at Once". If I Messed Something Up Or Forgot Something, They Just Made It Seems As If I Was Mentally Disabled."

"I'm So Sorry, I Never Meant To Make You Feel Like That."

I Looked Over At Him. "Also, You Got Some Really Good Friends, Especially Sterling, Even With His Shenanigans."

"Yeah, He's Cool. Known Him Since We Were About 11."

"I Wish I Had That."

"What."

"That Long Life Friend. That Person You Grow Up With. Yunno That One Person Who Knows You Like The Back Of Their Hand."

"What About Keena And Them."

"I Love Them To The Moon And Back But Sometimes I Feel Like...I Don't Know."

"Like You Want Something Deeper. A Friend You Can Tell Your Deepest Darkest Secrets."

"Sometimes I'd Wish You'd Get Out Of My Head."

He Chuckled Softly. "Yunno, All Our Friends Meet Tomorrow."

"Oh God, This Is About To Be A Mess."

"Oh Yeah, Definitely. How Much You Wanna Bet Keena Gone Try To Get Vince."

"I Say Chad."

"You Think So."

"To Be Honest, That's My Friend But You Never Know What's Going Through That Big Head Of Hers."

We Both Laughed. I Heard The Basement Door Open And I Looked Up To See Marcus Coming Down The Stairs.

"Wassup?" I Asked.

"I Was Just Coming To Check On You, But I See Michael Beat Me To It."

"Oh Yeah, He Did."

"So Have You Talked To Your Mom?" Marcus Asked As He Came To Sit With Us.

"No, She's Still Not Speaking To Me."

"Really?" Michael Asked.

"My Mom Doesn't Realize How Selfish And Inconsiderate She Is Sometimes. Most Of Time She Just Deems Me As Disrespectful Or To Her I'm The Inconsiderate One."

"That's Sad."

"It's Okay Though. In A Week She's Gone Be Calling And Talking To Me Like Nothing Ever Happened. It's Just How Our Relationship Works."

Me And My Mother Have A Love/Hate Relationship. As Much As We Drive Each Other Crazy We Still Love Each Other.
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This Was Kinda Sort Of A Filler.