The Boxer And The Dancer 2

Chapter 8

•Drea•

I've Been Trying To Be Friendly With Michael But He's Causing Serious Trouble On Social Media. He's Been Subbing Chris And The Worst Part Is, Chris Is Entertaining The Shit.

"Yo You Need To Get Ya Boy." Chris Said Coming Out Of His Kitchen And Sitting Back In His Spot Next To Me On The Couch.

"What Did He Say Now?" I Asked Rolling My Eyes.

"Just Go Look."

I Pulled Out My Phone And Went On Twitter. I Went To Michael's Page And Mentally Facepalmed At His Tweet.

"Oh My God He Needs To Stop." I Said Nearly Throwing My Phone Down To The Side Of Me.

"I'm Not With This Drama Shit Drea."

"I Know, I'm Sorry I Don't Know What To Do About Him."

"Which Is Why I Think We Should Stop Fucking Around."

It Became Quiet. I Didn't Say Anything And Neither Did Chris. It Was Almost As If I Wasn't Sure I Heard What He Had Just Said.

"I'm Sorry?" I Said Looking Up At Him.

"It's Clear He Ain't Never Gone Get Over You But It's Also Clear That You Not Over Him Either."

"And How Is That?"

"Because You Still Entertain Him. What, You Think I Didn't See The Tabloids Of Him Leaving Your House At 1 Something In The Morning The Other Day."

"We Didn't Fuck Or Anything He Just Came By To Bother Me."

"Okay Yeah But You Still Let Him In D. You Still Care About Him Whether You Wanna Admit That Shit Or Not And Quite Frankly I Don't Want To Be In The Middle Of It."

"Oh Come On Chris, Don't Do This."

"Look I'll Always Be Ya Friend And We'll Always Be Cool But That's All, No More Fucking Around."

I Looked Down At My Now Fidgeting Hands. I Had The Urge To Cry But I Wasn't Going To Let Myself Do So. I Took A Long Deep Breath.

"Yeah Imma Get Up Out Of Here." I Told Chris, Standing Up.

He Grabbed My Hand. "You Don't Have To Leave, We Can Still Chill."

"Nah Imma Just Go." I Said Pulling My Hand Out Of His.

"No Hard Feelings." He Said Standing Up And Opening His Arms For A Hug.

I Just Grabbed My Phone And Keys And Walked Out. I Was Hurt. Me And Chris Were Getting Close, Or So I Thought. This Is All Because Of Michael. Damn That Boy. I Got In My Car And Took Off.

When I Pulled Up To The House I Could Feel My Anger Building Up. I Was So Angry I Started Crying. My Frustrations Were Getting The Best Of Me. I Got Out The Car And Went To Bang On The Door. When The Door Opened I Immediately Started Hitting Him In The Chest.

"You Are So Fucking Childish! So Selfish! I Can't Fucking Stand You, What Is Your Problem!? Why Can't You Just Let Me Be?!"

Michael Grabbed My Hands And I Failed To Pull Them Away.

"Drea What The Hell?"

"Don't 'What The Hell' Me! Because Of You Chris Doesn't Even Want To Fuck With Me Any More. What Happened To Being Friends. Friends Don't Do This To Each Other!"

"Drea I'm So-"

"I Swear If You Say Sorry Imma Punch You In The Lip!!"

"Calm Down, You Making A Scene And People Are Coming Out They Houses To See."

I Finally Snatched My Arms From Him.

"I Don't Give A Fuck, Let Them Look!" I Said Turning Around And Seeing The People. "Let's Let Them Know How Much Of An Asshole You Are!" I Continued Yelling. "Y'all Wanna Be Nosey, Fuck Y'all." I Stuck Up Both My Middle Fingers Before Turning Back To Michael.

He Had His Arms Crossed With A Serious Look On His Face. "Wow, You Really Making A Fool Of Yourself Right Now."

I Didn't Say Anything But My Chest Was Tight And I Was Having A Hard Time Breathing. I Started Feeling Dizzy.

"Whatever." I Said, Turning To Walking To My Car But Almost Falling.

"Drea." Michael Called Out With Concern In His Voice.

"I'm Fine." I Said Harshly Before Suddenly My Legs Gave Out On Me.

I Heard Michael's Feet Shuffling Towards Me Before I Passed Out.

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I know It's Short But It Took Me 10 Years To Write This Chapter. I Hope Y'all Like It. Tell Me What You Think.