•A week later•
April hadn't called or texted Keith in a week. After the kiss, she couldn't bring herself to talk to him. Not even in class although they do still sit next to each other. They don't exchange words at all. Until today.
Class was over and April stood up quickly gathering her things as she did everyday since then. But, this time, before she walked away, Keith grabbed her arm, stopping her.
"A," He started. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning to him.
"What?" She shrugged.
"Why have you been so distant?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows.
"We were just sitting next to each other, didn't seem pretty distant to me." She smartly replied, he ducked his teeth and gave her a blank look.
"You know what I mean. Not talking to me, no texts, no calls."
"Keith, I just met you, why would I frantically text you. On top of that, I have a man to text and call everyday."
"Uh-huh, and how often is that?"
April looked at him with her mouth wide open and eyes squinted and arms crossed, "Wow, okay." She nodded pressing her lips together.
"Look, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to see if you wanted to go to this party with me on Saturday. It's in the auditorium." Keith offered, trying to sound calm.
"With you? Hell nah." She laughed.
"April, if this is about the kiss—"
"I don't give a damn about the kiss. It's just... I have to work on Saturday night."
"Night job?" Keith questioned, "What do you do? Strip?" He said as a boujee nigga, laughing after.
"It's not nice to judge a book by its cover. Boujee ass bitch."
"Imma bitch now?" Keith put his hand on his chest, raising his eyebrow.
"You heard me," She bucked at him, "I'm out." She strutted out with hella attitude, she was pissed at him right about now.
It was supposed to stay a secret about her being a stripper but, now, she wants to change her mind about it. She figured he didn't want a stripper and she was correct. She wasn't gonna lie, she was very much into him.
Keith left the class just about two minutes after she did. Once he looked out in the hallway, to his left, he heard small squealing. He noticed it was Khalil man handling April. Holding her by the arms, tightly while scolding her. She was crying hard. And Keith wasn't gonna stand there and be a dick and not help.
"Hey!" Keith paced over there with rage in his face. Keith pushed him off and Khalil was in so much shock.
"Lil nigga, you want some?" Khalil laughed. Keith punched him dead in his face and both the boys started fighting but, eventually Khalil on top of Keith was beating the shit out of him. April was screaming for help repeatedly.
A couple guys got Khalil off and some staff as well. Keith was on the ground with a bloody mouth and red marks on his face that will later turn into bruises. Keith was weak at the moment and didn't even feel like getting up while people were trying to help him up.
