Chapter 3: Pills and Potions.
|Aron Michaels|
"Are you crying, YO?" I heard as I sat up on my headboard and quickly wiped my face with my sweater. Luckily, Cordell didnt turn around from the edge of my bed.
"What? No. I just love this movie thats all." I lied.
"Rose bitch ass could have slid over for my boy though...Imma head out. I got class at 7:15." Cordell told me as I grabbed my Roku remote and paused the ending credits. I slid off the bed and walked him out of my room and towards the door.
"Thats was cool. Thanks for the pizza." He said.
"Yeah. I shocked that you actually stayed and watched that movie." I said as he laughed, "Dont judge a nigga by his looks. I am in college."
"You do know Clown college exist..going to college doesnt mean you automatically smart." I informed him as he chuckled.
"Aye you funny, but on a serious note if you need some weed hit me up." He told me as I quickly told him ofcourse. Hell the blunt we smoke during the movie had me spaced out. Ill definitely buy from him.
"And ill make sure I got to the ATM first." I told him as a chuckled and opened the door. He walked out and said, "Yeah wouldnt want you grabbing at my dick...again."
"You wont let that go..I didnt mean that. And it wasnt like I grabbed a lot. Didnt really feel anything." I told him as he shot me a look and sucked his teeth.
"see everytime I try to be nice you keep trying me. Go take your contacts out and go to sleep." He told me as I stood in the doorway as he moved out into the hall.
"Excuse me?" I asked him in confusion.
"You arent going to tell me those are your actual eyes. I wont believe it." He told me as I replied, "I do wear contacts, but clear ones to see. As for my actual eye color its what you see. It was sexy ass mutation I have in my iris." He looked at me said, "Whatever you say." I went to closing the door and he stopped it with his feet and replied, "My phone on your charger.." I reopened the door and he rushed down the hall and I stayed at the door. He came back and waved his phone at me and exhaled, "You wouldnt have gotten no sleep."
"Why am I not surprise you have hoes." I told him as he replied, "Not only hoes and why you always lying to me."
"I havent lied.." I told him as he walked near me and said, "You said you didnt cry." I pulled down the end of my sweater and stared up at him and replied, "I wasnt bawling crying. Maybe a tear or two."
"Oh so you the hopeless romantic type? You wanna be wine, dined, and rose pedals." He told me as he walked centimeters in front of me. One slight move from any of us and my chin will be in the middle of his chest.
"Its nothing wrong with a little romance. But I didnt cry because of that. I cry on the Titanic because of the theme that spoke to me. That you never get your true love, you get a taste but in the end love wins again and leave you heartless."
"DAMN thats what theme you got. The theme was clear. Rose tried for many years to keep her true love buried in the dark and love always shines in the end." He told me and I was shocked he had more than good looks. He actually had a brain. He head slowly moved down as he placed both hands on the wall behind me. I slightly lifted my head and my pink lips twitched as he slowly got closer towards my face. My heart was beating fast and I bit the bullet and crashed my lips into his and we started making out. Oh my goddddd is this really happening. I am really kissing Cordell Spacey. Star basketball player in my hallway. And Kellan said he will end up with some trophy ass britney spears ass bitch.
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Ficção GeralCordell "Ink" Spacey was a 20 year old on the rise in his 2nd year of college. He lives in an expensive Apartment, balling like Kobe, dressed in new designer before it even hit the market and had every girl on campus at Central Chicago University wa...