Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 8

~Chris's P.O.V.~

Everything about her was so perfect to me. From her dark, maple brown hair, to her rich, mocha eyes. The headstrong, dominant, and assertive way she carried herself. I just couldn't understand how she did it effortlessly. With such confidence.

Waking up in her bed was a great feeling.

Key word: "was".

I looked over to see that she wasn't next to me. My smile was now a pout and my mood was in the gutter.

Why I'm upset, I don't know. I don't even fuck with studs. So, why was this one making me question everything? And why was I acting so strange?

I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice King walk into the room.

"Great. Your up." She smiles.

My mood suddenly lightens and I return her smile with a big, warm one.

"I made breakfast. It's on the table." She says.

Next thing I know, I'm jumping out of bed and racing to the door.

"No running." She warns, causing me to slow my pace.

Once I get to the table, my smile grows wider. She'd made me sausage, bacon, eggs, and waffles. The syrup in a small dish on the side.

I was taking a seat, just starting to eat, when I remembered something.

"Hey, King?" I call. She was in the process of walking down the stairs when she heard me.

"Yeah?"

"We uh...we gotta talk."

Her brows furrow into a look of confusion. Taking a seat in front of me, she nods her head.

"Shoot." She says.

"So, I may have... kinda... sorta... suducedmyfostermomdrugedmyfosterdadandlockedthembothinthebasement." I rush.

Her face went emotionless before her eyes went wide.

"You what?" She yells.

"What the hell would you have done if you woke up butt ass naked in your foster parents' bed!?" I counter, my voice booming over her own.

"First of all, who the hell do you think you're yelling at?"

My mouth shot open, only for it to close right after. Everything grew very silent and I could feel my child-like mind creeping back up to me.

My head hung low and my eyes started to water.

I wasn't so hungry anymore.

"I'm sorry." I mumble.

Out of nowhere, I am lifted into the air and turned around to meet King. Scared to fall, I wrap my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck. I could feel her hand rub circles around my back while my face hid inside the cravasse of her neck.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled in the first place." She said softly.

I just nod my head, not knowing what else to do.

"We'll deal with them later. But for right now, the only thing you should be worried about is getting to school on time."

I let out a loud groan, rolling my eyes in the process, receiving a sharp slap to my left ass-cheek.

"But Daddy..." I whine.

"No buts. If I pieced everything together correctly, you already missed yesterday. You're going, and that's final."

She put me down and I stormed over to the couch, pouting, crossing my arms, a forcing my head down.

She can't make me go!

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It was an hour later and first period was almost over.

I still can't believe she made me go to school today.

I was pissed!

Not to mention the fact that Madison wouldn't leave me the hell alone. As soon as I walked through the damn door, she ran over and tried to kiss me. I swear she should be put behind bars for attempted murder. Acording to one of her "friends" she had Chlamydia only two weeks ago.

And she had the nerve to not only eat my damn food, but try to kiss me! Ole "plague on legs" ass bitch.

When the bell finally rang, I ran out of the classroom like my ass was on fire. Many people in the hallway were knocked over, yelling after me. But did I give a damn?

Hell no.

I just wanted Daddy to come get me.

My eyes went wide and I could feel breath hitch.

'Not at school. Please not at school.' I plea. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I DO NOT want that shit happening at school. Whatever it may be.

I might do some research later.

An idea popped into my head as I remember that King had given me her number this morning. Maybe I could text her and have her come ge-

"Hey, Chris." I hear a voice me say.

Fuck

"Yeah?" I return, turning around.

It was a girl. I think her name was Amber. She was a little tomboy from my History class. I wouldn't really call us "friends" yet, but she was hella chill and cool to hang out with.

"You playing Basketball this year?" She asks.

I had to do a double take before looking at her as if she had two heads. I play basketball every year, and she knows this. Even though I didn't know who she was until last year, she knew exactly who I was. And boy can her lil tomboy ass cheer. She used to be a cheerleader, but quit the team for some unknown reason.

"What type of question is that? You know damn well I'm trying out. I play every year. Don't play with me."

She lets out a laugh before nodding her head.

"Ight, whatever. I'll talk to you later." I give her a nod, dapping her up and sending her on her way. Then, I run to the bathroom and take out my phone to text King.

Me: Daddy, can you come get me?😊🙏

〽yK❗ng👑✨: Not a chance babygirl😂

Me: Whyyyy😫😭

〽yK❗ng👑✨: Cuz I said so. Plus, you need your education😌

Me: Then why aren't you here😑

〽YK❗ng👑✨: Homeschooled😝 And I have shit to do😂

Me: no fair😭

〽yK❗ng👑✨: Awe😟 too bad😂

Me: Daddy😩

〽yK❗ng👑✨: Hm?

Me: Please?

〽yK❗ng👑✨: Nope.

Me:pwease??

〽yK❗ng👑✨: Nuuh🙅🏾‍♀️

Me: Pweeeaasse??😫

〽yK❗ng👑✨: fine°^°

Me: REALLY?!?😱

〽yK❗ng👑✨: Nope😂😂

I rolled my eyes and blocked her number, leaving the bathroom. I didn't give a damn. A bitch was pressed!

About ten minutes later, my Math teacher got a call. She said a quick "okay" and turned to tell me that I was going home early.

Oh shit...