College Dreaming

Chapter 25

College Dreaming
Chapter 25

FRIDAY MORNING

*Chris's POV*

I wake up in the morning and get prepared for yet another boring day of class. Today just so happens to be the day I have Spanish class, which means I have to deal with mouth almighty again. I get dressed and make my way to Kamaal's dorm before I go to class. I walk up those long ass flight of stairs and knock on the door. Pretty soon the door opens and Kamaal is putting his shirt on. He gets his head through the hole and smiles when he sees me.

Wassup lil buddy?

"Nothing, I just thought I come see you before I go to class."

I walk inside Kamaal's room and see his bags at the foot of his bed.

"Looks like you're ready to go."

"I am. I bet yo ass ain't even pack yet."

Gosh, a nigga packs at the last minute a few times, and people can't let that go.

"For your information, I did punk. Myra even helped me last night."

"Aight baby, I'll take your word for it. Don't let me show up to your dorm and you ain't ready yet."

"What you gonna do if I'm not."

Kamaal steps in front of me and bites his bottom lip.

"You really wanna find out?"

I shake my head yes and Kamaal puts a finger under my chin and kisses my lips. During our make out session his phone rings. Kamaal runs his hands up and down my back as his phone keeps ringing. I break away from the kiss and look over at the desk where his phone is.

"Bae are you gonna get that?"

"Nah, it's probably Demetri. He can call later."

I laugh at Kamaal and sit on his be looking around. As I get up and look around his desk, Kamaal starts laughing at me.

"Chris what you lookin for?"

"Oh nothing."

"If you're lookin for your gift you might as well stop because its not here."

"You're only saying that because I'm getting closer, ain't it?"

"Stop playin..."

I walk in the closet and Kamaal picks me up and throws me over his shoulders. Let's be real, the only reason I came here was to try to sneak a peek at my gift. I guess I failed.

"Put me down boy!"

Kamaal slams me on his bed and remains on top of me.

"Why you gotta be so hard headed?" Kamaal asks 

"Cause I want my gift."

"It ain't here, so give up."

Kamaal pokes me on my side and I flinch. He climbs off me and helps me off the bed.

"Come on, let me walk you to class."

"I'm a big boy Kamaal, I can walk myself to class."

"No you not. You're wonly 5'1 so you need an escort."

"I'm 5'3 punk."

"Like that makes a damn difference. Now come on boy."

Kamaal grabs my backpack and we take the short walk to my class. Kamaal grabs my hand and stares deep in my eyes as we make it to the building.