Chapter 41: One In A Million.
THE NIGHT BEFORE GRADUATION DAY
|Aron Michaels|
"Im leaving the gym now. Wassup?" I asked Kyle as I roped Cordell's Alpha Ki letters back around my neck. I had took a full shower at the gym. At night its empty so I dont feel like someone is watching me.
"Can you come over to my apartment? Ive got a surpriseeeee" He stated as I placed my hands in my pocket and connected my Earpods.
"If its a new dildo Imma slap you!" I warned him as he exhaled, "It isnt sex related and please I havent had sex in months. That last grindr date scared the shit out of me"
"Yet you still rode his dick!" I reminded him as we both laughed. Kyle had met this guy on Grindr and the man took him out and Kyle told Kellan and I he looked like a damn serial killer and had all type of weapons in his basement and shit YET he still went to this dudes house and fucked him. He has now vowed he isnt fucking anyone else until they are serious but sadly he has to stop chasing behind "straight" Mikey Taylor. I dont know what type of weird thing they got going on and trust we have tried to get to the bottom of it but all he keep saying is they are friends and he wouldnt lie-he would have told us if we was being dicked down by the star player on the field.
"Just get your sexy butt over here, thanks!" He told me as he hung up. I chuckled and grabbed the scrap of my bag and looked back and seen a black figure. I wouldnt have been paranoid if my life havent been a crime thriller these last few years. I went into my bag and made sure my pepperspray was ready. I turned onto the bridge to cross over on to the quad and hid behind the lightpole at the entrance of the bridge. The dark figure turned and I tried to make out his face before I jumped out with the pepperspray and pointed it at him.
"Why the fuck are you following me?!" I snapped. He took off the hoodie and smirked at me.
"Are you Aron Michaels?" He asked.
"Whose wondering?" I retorted as we heard laughter coming from behind me. A familiar laugh at that. I looked back and seen Antonio walking up with some lil fem-boy on his arm they had on their cap and gown must was taking their grad pictures.
"Are you Aron Michaels?" He asked again and stared at the guy and asked again, "WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO KNOW"
"Aye, Aron you good?" Antonio asked.
"Yeah." I quickly stated. I turned my focus back to the guy as Antonio started to talk again and his boyfriend pulled him away and chuckled, "He said he is fine, lets go babe." The two walked off as Antonio looked back and kept on eyeing me. I resumed focus on this guy as he went into his bag and pulled out an envelope.
"This is from Tika Offshore Banking. Open and complete the activation of the black card." He told me as he handed me the envelope and rushed off. I stared down at the envelope and mumbled, "What type of scam shit is this" I stuffed it into my bag and quickly walked across the bridge and over towards the commune.
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KnockKyle opened the door with a green face mask on and a pink robe. He led me in as I dropped my bag by the door and asked, "Now what was so damn important." We walked into the living room and he plopped down on the couch.
"Good news and bad news." He stated. I sat down on the sofa and grabbed his platter of Cheese and Crackers.
"Bad news next spring I am officially and finally getting a roommate so no more walking around naked. Im pissed. Now on to the good newssssss" He said clapping as he reached onto the dining table and tossed me the manilla folder.
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THUG INK
General FictionCordell "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...