College Dreaming
Chapter 18*Kamaal's POV*
I'm out at the gym gettin a lil workout in, mainly because I'm bored and I don't have much to do until classes start on Monday. As I'm about to start another set on the weights, I notice Chris's fuck as roommate walk inside the weight room. He doesn't notice me in there so I continue workin on my set. Eventually I hear Andre's fuck ass call my name.
"Yo wassup Kamaal?"
I give him a head nod and continue my set. I don't really feel like talkin to his ass. I just wanna work out, and go about my business so I won't have to karate chop his ass. As I continue workin out he approaches the machine next to mine and strikes up a conversation.
"Wassup man?"
"Nothin much man. Just exercisin."
"I see. You should stop while you're ahead. You already big as hell."
"Maybe you should stop while you're ahead too." I say quietly
"What?"
"Nothin man."
"So are you ready for classes to start?" Andre asks
"Yep, ready as ever."
"Thats wassup. What's your major?
"Business Management bruh. You?"
"Criminal Justice."
"Cool."
"Yeah, but look I'm bout to start on these weights. Can you spot me?" Andre asks
This nigga really don't want me spot him. But I'll do it so I can drop the weights on his ass in case he say some slick shit. I'm lost in my evil thoughts and find my dumb ass laughin at myself that I didn't even hear Andre callin my name.
"Kamaal....Kamaal!"
"Huh?"
"I asked do you mind spotting me?"
"Yeah lil nigga, let's go."
I add a few weights to the bar as Andre prepares himself. After 15 minutes of this, we switch on and off and this time he's lifting.
"Man this shit is heavy as fuck." He says as I watchhin struggle to lift the bar. Of course this fuck nigga is ready to tap out. Little does he know, I added a little extra weight to the bar each time it was his turn to lift. I'm surprised he's still going.
"No pain, no gain nigga."
Pretty soon I get a call on my phone and see its Chris. I add 2 more pounds to the bar and answer the call. Hell yeah, I'm petty as fuck right now.
"Sup lil buddy?"
"Hey Kamaaley, it's Myra. Chris has something to tell you."
"Wassup? Everything cool over there?"
"Yeah, Chris just has something important to tell you....hold on."
I stay on the phone and wait for Myra. Eventually Chris answers, and I feel my heart do a little tap dance when I hear his voice.
"Wassup baby?"
"Bae listen, I know I should've told you sooner but Andre has been making passes at me."
"The fuck?"
I pull the phone away from my ear and look back at Andre. It's taking everything in me not to lose my cool right now. I take a few deep breaths and get myself together. To think I'm in here workin out with this nigga.
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College Dreaming
Teen FictionChris, Trey, Myra, and Kamaal have finally graduated high school, and after an intense summer, they're on their way to college. With college comes new experiences, new friends, and life changing experiences. Will Chris and the gang be able to keep t...