Left on the Floor

~Chapter Nine~

*Cheyenne's POV*

"And then he had the audacity to try and tell me that I was trying to convince myself that I wasn't into him!" I was ranting and venting to Corey about what happened with me and Trey two days ago. I was just so shocked and amazed that he really thought I was into him.

"Chy, I don't think he meant any harm. Niggas are gonna be niggas whether you want us to or not. Until you prove to him that you're not into him at all, he's just gonna keep messing with you about it. Do something reckless or something normal in your case. Go on a date damn it! Be a normal teenager for once in your life. If you go on a date, it'll show him that you really aren't into him." Corey advised.

"Maybe you're right! I'll see if Chris wants to hang out this weekend."

"Chris? White boy Chris?" he asked with his face scrunched up.

"Uh, yeah... you know another Chris that I would know?"

"Hell nah! You ain't goin' out with him! You know how many bitches he passes off to me when he doesn't feel like dealing with them?"

"Well then you got a better idea?" I asked with my arms folded.

"No but you can't go out with Chris."

"Ugh! Fine, I'll figure it out." I stomped out of Corey's room feeling defeated and confused.

Plopping down on my bed, I stared at my ceiling trying to think of ways to show Trey that I'm not into him. When my phone went off letting me know that I had a text, I rolled my eyes when I saw Trey's name pop up across my screen. I opened the text that read:

I know you're still mad at me, but coach said you're in for the managing job if you still want it.

I laughed to myself and responded with a simple "K". He must not understand that I'm not talking to him. The next day at school, Kareena bombarded me with her excitement as usual. I was so sluggish because I barely got two solid hours of sleep. However, I still managed to look cute in my gray, skinny sweatpants with zippers on the sides, a black crop top, and my black and white Jordan 13's.

"You and Trey still not talking." she asked once we got to our locker.

"Hell yeah! I'm not talking to him until he apologizes to me for being the one to make an assumption this time."

"It's not an assumption when it's right." I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around to see Trey standing up against the locker with his arms folded. He looked so good in his black sweat pants, red Obey t-shirt, and white mid-top air force ones.

"What part of I'm not talking to you don't you understand?" I rolled my eyes.

"When do I ever listen to you?" he laughed.

"Bye Trey." I slammed my locker and started to walk away. It was only seconds before I felt a light tug on my arm.

"Cheyenne, hold up. Can we talk?" He asked sincerely. I looked at my phone and noticed I still had fifteen minutes before I had to be to my first period.

"Fine... I'll see you in a little bit Kay." I hugged Kareena and she was on her way to find Sammy I'm pretty sure.

Within seconds, I felt Trey grabbed my arm and pull me into an empty hallway. It was completely empty with the exception of a few students walking back and forth. Trey pushed me against the locker and kept his hands around my waist. I was trying so hard to stay calm.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused.

"I'm not letting you leave until you admit that you're into me." He said with a serious face.