Young Dreamer

Eighteen >>

Christian

I can't wait for school to be over. I'm literally counting down the days.

I've been receiving a few acceptance letters to go to colleges here and there. The only thing I'm truly worried about is my behavioral records.

I've had a 4.0 since 7th grade and my grades have never dipped. Not once. I don't know what it feels like to have below a B+. I had a 21,000 even on my PSAT scores my junior year. But, I can't count on my hands and toes how many times I've been in trouble for fighting.

With my grades and SAT scores, I'm pretty sure I could get accepted to any college I want, but I'm pretty positive no school wants someone with such a terrible record.

This year has been my best, tho. I haven't gotten suspended once. I'm actually very proud of myself. I used to get suspended all the time for fighting. Almost every other month. I'm pretty sure one year won't make a difference though.

"Christian," my calculus teacher called on me for the answer.

"Can you repeat the question. I'm sorry." I say.

"You need to be paying attention, Christian. Don't zone out because it's nearing the end." She scolded.

"Carson, do you have an answer?" She continued with class.

"The square root of 6," Carson answered.

I still wasn't paying attention as my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Jordan.

It read " : meet me at your car today at lunch, please. It's important." 

Ever since I seen him at the salon a few days ago, he's been making attempt after attempt. I know Jordan loves me, I love him too, but at this point I'm strictly trying to focus on graduating and getting into a good college. And quite frankly, he should be focused on doing the exact same.

This drug shit will be here forever. He has mad potential to do extraordinary things and I want to see him doing extraordinary things, but he has to want it for himself.

Class went by fairly quickly, seeing as I wasn't paying attention anyway.

I took my sweet time making my way to my car as I sipped on my AriZona Iced Tea.

When I did arrive, I saw Jordan leaned up against my car into something on his phone. He was seriously beautiful.

I didn't speak. I simply pressed the unlock button on my keys.

He didn't move a damn muscle. He was barely even startled by the noise. He simply looked up from his phone and pressed the button on the top right corner, locking it.

"C'mere," he smirked.

"What do you want?" I asked. Knowing damn well I wanted to run over there and eat his beautiful ass alive.

"For you to come over to me." I hesitated before walking closer to him.

"What did you te--."

I was cut short by Jordan's soft, pink lips crashing into mine. We engaged in the softest kiss until we both had to come up for air and then went right back to it.

Lord knows I miss my baby. He broke the kiss and placed his forehead adjacent to mine, holding on to both sides of my face with his big hands.

"We're done with all this ignoring and avoiding each other shit." He stated. "I missed yo' short, stubborn ass and I don't wanna do this without you. Having every female on this campus isn't worth loosing you."

"Jordan it's not over that easily. It seriously hurts my feelings to know that I give you my all and it means nothing to you. Like we have an argument on Monday and you won't call me, text me, come by to talk or anything, but Tuesday morning rolls around and you're hugged up with anything with a skirt and a heartbeat. It's just not fair and disrespectful and that's why I'm upset."

"It's not like I'm doing it to intentionally hurt your feelings or get you upset, seriously. Women all over this campus throw pussy at me 24/7. I can't help that."

"You can feed into it though. That's so upsetting and frustrating to me. I curve dudes all the time with you in mind. You act like there aren't countless amounts of niggas in my DM, niggas that approach me at work, at school. You're not the only attractive one, Jordan. Because to be honest, I could easily be feeding into all these guys and what they're telling me, but I don't. I have a lot more respect for you."

"Christian don't do that. Don't sit here and act like I disrespect you and I have no consideration for your feelings." He was starting to get upset, but I didn't care. He needed to know how I was feeling.

"So you call flirting with other females and having bitches sit on your lap while your in a relationship with me respectable and considerate?" I scoffed.

"Listen man, all that shit is over and done with now. I'm standing here looking you dead in your face telling you that this type of thing will never happen again."

"How do I know?"

"Know what?"

"Tell me how I know you aren't lying in my face."

"I don't have the heart to lie in your face, b."

"Jordan you gotta promise me something first. Do something for me." I spoke.

"Anything."

"Jordan I want you to focus on school and playing a sport. Weather it be football or basketball, because you are seriously talented and you can go so far." I admitted to him. "Promise me you'll do something big and leave this drug shit alone one day. Promise you'll make me proud."

Jordan

"Promise me you'll do something big and leave this drug shit alone one day. Promise you'll make me proud." She looked at me with those big brown eyes that I fell for and stuck her tiny pink out.

I stuck my finger out and locked with her's. "Promise."

"I'm serious Jordan. Even if we aren't together. I want you to go and use your talent and give yourself a better life. Make your mama and your daddy proud to say you're their baby."

"Now c'mere. I missed you, bighead." She smirked and pecked my lips multiple times.

"You missed me, huh?" I smirked.

"Shut up punkass." She laughed.

To be honest, I'm glad as hell I found somebody like Christian who would rather see me on my feet than locked behind bars or six feet under.

It's like a breath of fresh air.

I've been through so many females here at Diamond High it's crazy, but nobody has held me down like Christian. A lot of bitches either wanted to trap me with a baby or get me for my money. It's so refreshing that Christian makes her own money and isn't even thinking about kids right now. She's focused on school and getting her money and I admire that about her. Her mind is in the right place.

I don't wanna be stuck in Compton for the rest of my life selling drugs and killing niggas for a living. But I can't stop just yet.

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I love y'all beautiful people. Sorry I've been away for so long, but I got that 4.0 I'm super proud of myself. I've been focusing on school and I'm about to be getting my driver's permit in the new year, so yeah.

Enough about me tho, sorry for the length of this chapter, but writer's block is a bad bitch and I'm at the laundromat rn. so until next time Christian in the MM >