Keke POV
I'd often wondered what a friend was. I'd wondered if I actually had a friend, or if the people who claimed to be my friends were just there for the long ride up only to drop me at the top and leave me alone during my downward spiral. Those were the friends I feared most.
I had an allergic reaction once during school. Nothing bad enough that I was sent to the emergency room. It was just bad enough that when people who said they were my friends when in reality, they weren't asked what was wrong and if I needed help, I'd just simply reply "Sorry. Don't mind me. I'm having an allergic reaction to your bullshit." That was probably why I didn't have a lot of friends here, because I'd said that once to some girl who tried being my friend so she could talk to Avery and Khalil and their crew. "You're full of bullshit."
Sitting in bed crying all day long, I had a long time to think about things. How I was going to approach Logan with the shit she tried to pull. How would I approach her?
I could fight her.
I could yell at her.
I could expose her.
I could be nice to her and make her feel guilty.
I could just excommunicate her.
I could ignore everybody.
I don't know what I was going to do. I just knew that I wanted to confront her and tell her that I knew.
But of course, I expected Khalil to have already talked to her since I spoke to him last. I mean c'mon. If he had no problems with pretend to hate her before he'd go and fuck her until she had no walls left, why couldn't he tell her that I knew that he was an unfaithful pig? I see no problem with that.
"Keke, I'm going to the store. You want something?" Kyle asked from the other side of the door. I shook my head. He couldn't see me, so he opened the door and asked again. I shook my head again.
"What's wrong?" Kyle asked, taking a seat next to me on my bed.
That was all it took for me to burst into tears. What was wrong?
"Everything." I cried. "I'm... I'm... I don't know what to do anymore!"
Kyle, being a horrible counselor, awkwardly patted my head and scooted closer to me. "Don't cry little girl?" He said in an unsure tone.
I cried harder.
"I gotta go... So, I'll buy you some ice cream and teen girl magazines with dating advice and maybe some new weave. Would that make you feel better?"
I sniffled and nodded my head, disregarding the fact that he was buying cliché breakup items and the stereotypical way to make a black girl happy (weave).
"I'll return shortly and we can watch the Notebook."
I glared at him as he chuckled. Everybody knew how much I hated The Notebook.
It didn't take long after Kyle left for me to fall asleep. I guess crying makes you exhaused.
When I woke up, it was seven in the evening and the house smelled of fried chicken and cornbread. Aunt Gina always did cook great food, it has to be that Virginia thing she got going on.
My phone was buzzing repeatedly, meaning I had a phone call. I turned the screen over to reveal Avery's contact. I reluctantly answered.
"Hey."
"Why haven't you been answering? I called like ten times!" he asked. "I'm freaking out."
"What? Why?" I sat up. Avery had my full attention.
"Khalil. He's not answering my calls and he posted some shit on Snapchat and it was a bottle of pills and the black and white effect.
"Okay?" I asked, still confused.
"I think he's trying to kill himself." That was enough to make me jump out of bed and grab my shoes. I snatched up Aunt Gina's car keys and kissed her goodbye for now. Avery explained further to me about Khalil's depression and everything else going on with him and the statement he said when I asked what caused this almost made me drop my phone.
"What makes him like... depressed?"
"...You."
Short chapter , I'm sorry. I just needed something to post. I want to hurry and finish this shit and work on my other stories, but this has my full attention since its most popular. BTW, Thank you guys so fucking much for 12K already . I'm hype.! ^.^ ❤
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