As I made my way down the school hallways with Brandon all I could see were prom posters. 'Vote Jessie & Mark for Prom Queen & King' or 'It's still not too late to buy your prom ticket!' I rolled my eyes at the posters, I don't want to go to prom. On the bright side, we were almost out of school, only three weeks left. This week is prom, then the last week of school is Grad Night, which I wasn't looking forward to either.
Brandon tugged on my arm as we walked out of the doors of the school.
Brandon doesn't really live with his family anymore, he just stays with me at my house. It's like we're a married couple in our own house, my father is out most of the time at work or with Victoria but, he dosn't care anyways. Brandon and Andre got excepted to alot of colleges, but they both haven't decided yet. But me, I got a full scholarship to UCLA. I think Brandon and Andre are going to choose UCLA too, they are both going to play sports, now they just have to choose between football and basketball.
We pulled into my house, there was a moving truck in front of my house. Who's moving? I rushed inside to see Victoria all over my father.
"Daddy, what's going on?" I asked with a conserned look on my face, Brandon followed behind me. "What's all of this stuff?" I looked around to see boxes all over the place.
"Baby, Victoria is moving in with us." He walked twords me with a smile on his face. He grabbed onto my shoulder. "I let your little boyfriend move in, eventhough I didn't want him to, so please just let her move in with no troubles." He whispered.
Victoria smiled big, then made a serious face when she heard a crash from upstairs. "Raheem!" She yelled looking upstairs. "Come meet Jordan."
A brown skin boy came running downstairs, his long dreads in his face. He looked about nineteen and had alot of tatoos, when he finally looked up I could see a pair of beautiful green eyes. I looked back at Brandon to see him mean mugging him.
"Hi, I'm Victoria's son-- Raheem." He said, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Hi." I shook his hand. "I'm Jordan. And this is my boyfriend Brandon, he lives here too." I pushed brandon in front of me.
They gave eachother dap and then they didn't make eye contact. The three of us just stood there, looking around. My father cleared his throat. I shook my head and slowly walked up stairs, Brandon followed behind me and Raheem followed behind him. Brandon walked into my room and closed the door behind him.
"I don't like him." He said straight off the back as I plopped onto my bed. "He has this weird vibe that I just dont like, you know? It's just something about him I don't like."
"Well I don't know him, so I can't say anything about him. Maybe he's a cool dude, you just have to get to know him." I pulled out my iPad and went onto my Instagram.
"Don't be around him alone." He said under his breath, taking off his shoes.
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Victoria made dinner for everyone so, we all had to sit at the table together and eat. Everyone sat down. Brandon and I sat together, My father and Victoria, and then Raheem sat awkwardly by me. They food was nasty to be honest, Victoria do you believe in seasoning or nah?
"So." My father said braking the silence. "You've met all of my family, when are we going to meet yours?"
"They are going through some stuff right now dad." I said clearly, my dad nodded his head.
"What about you Raheem, tell us about your self."
"Well." He finished chewing that nasty food, you could see in his face he didn't like it either. "I'm going to UCLA next year, I'm nineteen about to be twenty, I play baseball and basketball, and I rap a little bit." Raheem finished.
"I'm going to UCLA next year too." I smiled. Brandon eyed me.
"Me too." Brandon said roughly. Raheem smiled at both of us, Brandon wasn't having it.
When we were all finished with dinner I took a shower in my room, Brandon laid across the bed watching Snapped. I walked into my room with a towel wrapped around my dripping body. He didn't move his eyes from the tv, he looked mad. I slipped on underwears and a shirt, I put on some lotion before jumping onto the bed. I burried my face into Brandon's neck and held his body.
"What are you mad about, little baby?" I said, planting a kiss on his jawline.
"Nothing." He said dryly, shaking me off of him. I rolled my eyes. "Jordan." He turned to me "Let go to prom, I mean it's out last year of highschool. Let's just go to go."
I sighed. "I don't know it's ---" He interrupeted me by planting little kisses on my face.
"Please, I know my mom wants me to go. And I want to go to."
"Fine."
