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Chapter 7| Tell Me About You

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Since my charger wasn't working, I went over to Derek's room and took his. I'm sure he wouldn't have minded, not that I cared if he did. I brought his charger back to my room and closed the door. When I replaced mine with his, my phone screen lit up with the dead battery icon. I sat down on my bed and waited for my phone to turn on.

After what seemed like forever, it powered on. I immediately went to my recent calls and tapped on K.Nickelson.

"I am so sorry!" I blurted out once she answered the call.

"What happened? I've been trying to call you," she exclaimed and I sensed the worry in her tone.

"My phone died and my charger was broken so I had to steal Derek's."

She sighed in relief, "I thought I bored you to death."

I chuckled as I shifted my body to get into a more comfortable position, "I didn't even get to hear your story."

"Right," she giggled softly.

"So tell me," I smiled even though she obviously couldn't see me.

"Well, I don't have a middle name so it's just Kalel Nickelson. I'm seventeen...born and raised in Miami. My parents are divorced, as you already know. Uhm," she breathed out. "That's pretty much it."

"I already knew all of that. Tell me about you, details that I don't know or couldn't have guessed. I feel like you're not innocent," I smirked. She couldn't be innocent. I mean, she smoked a weed with me.

"Well I've gotten suspended four times."

I laughed because I wasn't expecting that, "So you are a bad girl?"

"I was, but I had anger issues. I may have gotten into some physical fights, which led me to getting suspended."

"Did you beat their ass? How many people? Why did you fight them? Whe-"

"Calm down with the questions," she giggled. "I did beat their asses. It was on four different occasions, two of the same girls. I fought them because they were, they..." she trailed off.

"Kalel?"

"Sorry, uh they were bullying me and talking about my-my brother. They had been doing it ever since middle school and I just built up so much anger until I finally lashed out," she finished in an angry tone.

"I'm so sorry." I wondered what was wrong with her brother.

She laughed, but it sounded so sad sad. I felt a little bad for her. "What for? You didn't do it, they did. I have no regrets because they got what they deserved. I was so fucking tired of their bullshit and the fact that they kept patronizing me about my brother, I just-I couldn't take it anymore."

"What happened with your brother, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'd rather not talk about. I don't want you to listen to me cry."

"Okay. Well whenever you're ready, I'm all ears."

"Yeah you are," she giggled.

I scoffed, "I do not have big ears."

"Sure."

"I don't," I said dismissively. "Anyway, tell me what you like to do for fun."

"I like to draw and paint. That's why I was so amazed with your pieces."

"Oh really? You'll have to show me some of your artwork then."

"Yeah, definitely."

I continued asking her questions like that one game...twenty-one questions, except I only asked. I learned a lot about her in the small amount of time that we had been talking. She became more and more interesting as I listened to her stories about when she lived in Miami and the memories with her family. It was like the longer we talked, I was forgetting all about the bet. Fuck. This was not supposed to happen.