Left on the Floor

~Chapter Four~

Walking down the hallway, I noticed Kareena and Cheyenne at their locker.

"You owe my big time." Cheyenne told Kareena.

"Good morning ladies." I smiled.

"Hey Trey, wassup?" Kareena asked.

"Nothing much."

"Well, I'll see you two in class." she smiled and started walking away.

"Kay, don't leave me here." Cheyenne mumbled.

"Why, you scared to be alone with me?" I snickered.

"No... what do you want?"

"Your number." I nonchalantly stated.

"My number? For what? So you can try and add me to the list with the rest of your groupies. Hell no. You're not getting my number." She ranted.

"Will you calm down? I swear you should get 'Assumptions' tattooed across your forehead. I kinda need your number so I can pick you up after school today and work on this project. Geesh. A nigga can't ask for a number without wanting something in return?"

"...Not you... here." she said handing me her phone. "Just put your number in my phone and text yourself so you have my number."

"Baby, I know how this works, I'm not stupid."

"I'm not your baby."

"I didn't say you were. I just use it with everybody."

When I was handing her the phone back, I noticed Jazmyn walking past me.

"Hey Trey, I had fun last night." she smiled.

"Yeah me too."

"Disgusting..." Cheyenne whispered.

After school, Cheyenne decided that she would have her brother drop her off. I wasn't arguing with it, less gas I have to waste. So of course the guys came over and we played two on two again.

While we were playing, I saw a car pull off from the side of the house. So I ran in to get the front door and saw Cheyenne twirling her hair.

"Hey, my bad. I was outside with the guys. You can come in." I said.

"It's fine, I just wanna start this and get it over with."

"You can sit in the kitchen, I'll be right back."

I walked outside and told the boys we had to cut today early.

"I'm gonna go take a quick shower, cool?" I asked her once I was back inside.

"Yeah."

When I was all showered and cleaned up, I walked down to the kitchen with my shirt in my hand, but Cheyenne wasn't at the table. I walked around the house to try and find her and I found her in the hallway looking at the long wall of pictures.

"You get lost?" I asked. She jumped and in the process she knocked a picture down that was sitting on the table. Glass shot everywhere.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you."

"It's okay, it's just a picture." I smiled. She bent down to pick the pieces of glass and I noticed her hand was bleeding. "Cheyenne, you're bleeding."

"Oh shit, um, you have a bandaid?" She asked.

"Here, take my shirt. A bandaid isn't gonna help that. I think my dad has one of those big bandages in his office." I handed her the shirt in my hand. She stood up and wrapped the shirt around her hand.