Un amor tan real (A real love)

Chapter IV

Hello! The struggle was too real today. This chapter took me about 8 or so hour to compose. I hope you enjoyed the last chapters as well as the links i left for you guys. Leave comments. Happy reading (:

Bree’s Point Of View

      

 I am so damn mad. I come back to apologize to her and she is going to dance WITH that weirdo and not me? What is wrong with her? I cannot believe she didn’t even stand up for me when that bitch called me out in front of the whole entire class. Loyalty these days. Shake my head.

       ♪ Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion

Girl I guess that must be you

Body like the summer, fucking like no other

Don't you tell 'em what we do

Don't tell 'em, Don't tell 'em  ♪

I forgot my phone wasn’t on silent. I take my phone out of my back pocket and answer the phone. “Hey babe” I flip my hair off my shoulders. I put the phone to my other ear, so I can open the door.

 

“Hey, you want to hangout, right now?” He asks me. I walk out of the school to the picnic tables in front entrance. Thank jesus, I am so done with this fucking day. I need to relax or something.

 

“Yes! Come pick me up from school, Michael! I’ll be waiting in the parking lot” I say excitedly. I hear him laugh at my enthusiasm. I roll my eyes while smiling.

 

“I’ll be there soon. Five minutes, tops.”

 

“I love you, baby”

 

“Yeah, yeah. See you soon” Then I hear the dial tone. I put my phone and smile. I decide to take out my tablet and practice the routine for my sister’s quince. Five minutes into the routine. Michael pulls up. I run over to his black 2015 Chevrolet Corvette.

 

“Hey baby!” I jump on him, wrapping my arms and legs around his body. After he wraps his arms around me, I let him go. I take in my tall, little white boy. He is wear a red Bulls jersey, sagging his black jeans, and wearing Air Jordan Retro 11 Black/Varsity Red & White.

 

“You ready to go?” He opens the passenger door for me. I nod and get into the car. He hops into the car and puts the key into the ignition.

 

Peace out bitches.

 

Ricki’s Point Of View

By the time it was fourth hour, I was having a mini panic attack. I have texted Bree four times, and she hasn’t texted me back. Which is NOT like her. Bree and I have most of our classes together except third and sixth. I hope she isn’t mad at me, even though she has no reason to be in her feelings, now that I think of it. I wonder where she is because I do not think she is at school anymore. I cannot call her mom and see if she is home because I do not want to get her in trouble. Maybe, her phone died. Maybe. I sigh.