Chanel's Story

Chapter 19: Tables Turned

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***One week later***

"All of me loves all of you. love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections. And I give you allllll of me," Trey attempted to sing the high note.

"Nah baby. Stick to basketball." I told him.

We were on our way to Westinghouse University for new student orientation.

"You really saying I can't sing," he said surprised. "If you aint know I was in the choir."

"For how long?"

"One Sunday," he said. "But I still did it." I laughed at him.

We parked the car and started to head to the check in tent. I reached out to hold his hand but he wouldn't give it to me.

"Hold my hand," I pouted.

"Why should I? You was just in the car talking about how I can't sing?" he said. "The one and only Trey Burkes can't sing. I don't know who she think she is," he mumbled to himself under his breath.

"I'm just jealous that you sing so much better than me," I said. He pecked my lips.

"I understand bae. But it's alright you feel that way," he said grabbing my hand as we continued to walk to the tent.

"GO JAGS!" someone yelled in our face. His face was painted half blue and half orange and he had on a white afro wig. On his stomach he wrote jags.

"Can you back the fuck up?" I asked him.

Trey laughed.

"Fuck you!" he told me. I instantly recognized the voice.

"Clayton why the hell are you dressed up like this?

"For your information chaaanell" he said dragging out my name. "I'm student council president and I'm in charge of orientation. I can make it go real bad for you lil sis."

Me and Trey kept walking and I turned around and flipped Clayton off.

Trey and I had on matching Westinghouse basketball shirts. He had on cargo shorts and I had on jean shorts. Both of us had on all white air forces with orange and blue striped socks.

"Welcome to Westinghouse!" the girls at the check in table exclaimed. "Names?"

"Trey Burkes and Chanel Hansen." I called out.

"Ahh I see," she said handing each of us a backpack full of stuff. "Just follow the sidewalk to the stadium." one of them told us. "Are you by any chance related to Clayton Hansen?" she asked.

"Yea. that's my brother."

"Y'all do look alike," she said and smiled. "He seeing anybody?"

"Not that I know of."

The other one was looking at Trey the whole time. "So are you an athlete?" she asked him.

"Yea I'm on the basketball team." he answered.

"I can tell. If you have any trouble at all I'm in Henderson Hall room 3-24. Come by anytime."

I was about to fix my mouth to tell her something but Trey interrupted.

"Nah I think I'm gonna be fine." He said as we walked off.

"Yes you are," she yelled out at us.

I turned around. "If you can't tell, I'm his girlfriend. Couple things I don't play about. My family, my whip, and my man. Back up before you get beat up okay?" I told her and kept walking.

"Dang ma! You ain't have to do her like that." he told me.

"Don't start with me Trey. All these hoes round here gonna be hanging on the tip of your dick." I said and pouted. "Thats supposed to be my dick."

He smirked. "Its yours and only yours. Unless Beyonce come through then its game over" I hit him. "You aint got shit to worry about. I ain't entertaining anybody but you." he said kissing my forehead.

"You better." I said.

We walked into the stadium and it was packed with new freshman. Me and Trey found two empty seats.

"Yo Trey!" somebody called out. We turned around and saw a dude I didnt recognize.

"Whaddup son!" Clayton said dapping him down.

"Shid chilling trynna get some numbers. IG names. Twitter names. Myspace contracts, bebo contacts. You must be Chanel," he said giving me a hug.

"Yea." I said hugging him back. "Hey!"

"My bad. Chanel this is Doodie. Point guard on the team." Trey said.

"Nah that ain't my name," Doodie said. "It's Dedockinawafro. Everybody call me Doodie for short. I'm a real Nigerian nigga."

"Well hey Doodie," I said with a smile.

"You got this nigga sprung you know," he said. "Oooh me and Chanel going here. I can't go out with y'all tonight cause I'm chilling with my girl," he tried to mimic trey voice.

"And that's why I love my bae," I said going in for a kiss and he grabbed my ass.

"Y'all nasty motherfuckers."

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Me and Trey got split up for the rest of the day because our majors were different.

I met a chill group of people I was kicking it with. We sat in the dining hall at lunch. The dudes were making beats and rapping while us girls were looking out for cute boys. I was looking for my bae.

"Hop on the beat Chanel!" one of em said.

"Nah my bars too sick," I answered.

"Come on and go!" a girl I met nudged me.

"I warned y'all." I said before I started. "Sitting in Grey Hall, Rappin with my crew, these bitches looking jealous, nigga pass me the relish" I spotted trey walking over. I got louder so he could hear me. "There go a dude, oh he kinda fine, oh wait that's trey, that nigga is all mine." Clayton came up. "Ugly ass dude, fuck out my face, keep messing with me, you gonna be missing without a trace."

"Lemme talk to you Nel, it's serious," he said pulling me to a corner. He wasn't joking.

"Trig got busted."

"What!?" I asked.

"Apparently pops sent him on a run to sunset with 100 pounds of heroin and crack in the car. When he got there pops set up 3 dead bodies. Before he could leave police caught him."

Daddy really did get him back. "So what's gonna happen?"

"He not gonna rat and he going to jail for life from the looks of it. They could even send that nigga to the chair."

"Whoa man," I said face flushed. "He know dad set him up?"

"Listen to this," he got out his phone and put on a voicemail.

"Nigga you think I don't know your fake ass daddy set me up? I ain't threw with y'all yet believe that podnuh. I got sources on the outside and its gonna be like I never left. Bitch ass niggas better watch y'all self. I'm an angry motherfucker right now. Get ready to say night night lil bitches." He yelled in the phone.

"Don't tell dad," I said.

"Why the fuck I'm not?" he asked.

"Don't ruin his wedding tomorrow. At least wait till afterwards."

My phone chimed and I had a text from Daphne.

Daphne: You heard bout Trig??! He had that shit coming.

I had a headache coming. If only she knew we were fucked now because of it.

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