| Milan |
"Milan!" Nicole, my cousin, pulled me into a tight hug when I stepped inside the house. Tesa, my aunt, came into the lving room and placed kisses all over my face. All of us barely got to see one another considering the fact that they lived all the way in Seattle.
"OK, let me go," I laughed, pulling away. "What's up, big head?" Camron walked in. This boy was like an older brother.
"Cam!" I exclaimed, hugging him. "I see how it is, Lan," Nicole pouted. I smiled, pulling her into another hug. "Aw, look at y'all. It felt like yesterday when all of you were so small," Tesa said, looking at us.
"Let me get my phone," I grabbed my purse. "Aunt T, will you take Cam and I a picture?" I asked. She nodded, "How do you work this?"
"Just press that," I replied, standing beside Camron. She finally figured out how to work out and took a picture of me, kissing Cam's cheek.
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Because I didn't eat at Chris's, I basically ate everything at my house. It was like I didn't get full.
"Damn, slow down," Cam smiled. "Shut up," I punched him in the shoulder. This was the best Thanksgiving yet. My dad still wasn't talking to me like that but I could care less. He was treating me as if I wasn't even visible anymore.
My phone kept going off and I knew it was only Chris, trying to apologize. The usual.
"How long are you all staying?" I asked, sitting beside Nicole on the sofa. "Just tonight and tomorrow," she frowned. I smiled, "Aw. I'm going to miss you two."
"That's why we need to get out of the house tomorrow," Cam said. "Where can we go though?" Nicole asked. "Milan knows."
"Um... We can go to the movies," I suggested. "Uh, nah. What about the mall then movies?"
I looked around the living room, "All right."
Later on that night I could not sleep because I felt bad for ignoring Chris like that. Yeah, he had his ways but I still loved him through it. "Hello?" Chris answered his phone.
"Did you call?" I replied, already knowing that answer. "Did I call? Fuck yeah, I called. Who was that nigga in your picture?"
I arched my eyebrow, thinking hard. Who was he talking about? Then, I thought about Camron and our picture. Chris blows things out of proportion. That picture was nothing.
"My cousin," I replied. Chris sighed, "Why did you leave early today?" "Because you were treating me like I wasn't even there then you told me that you wanted to be single... what did you expect me to do? Stay?" I argued.
"Yes, at least. Damn, we could've talked it out." "I'm tired of talking it out everyday."
"Can you get out of the house right now?" Chris said. "Yeah." "Well, meet me by Antonio's." He hung up. I sat up then put on my slippers, sighing. Once I got outside, I cussed myself out for not putting on a hoodie. It was way too cold.
Chris's figure could be seen from where I was standing and I got more nervous the closer we got to each other. One, because this could turn into another arguement. Two, because there was a good chance of us getting caught.
He wrapped his arms around me, "I'm sorry about being mean to you earlier."
"Yeah, yeah," I smiled. "I'm serious. Do you forgive me?" He asked, kissing my cheek. "...Would I be right here if I didn't? You know I can't stay mad at you for long."
"True," he nodded. I rested my head on his shoulder, lacing our fingers. A few minutes were in silence until we reached the end of the sidewalk. Chris sat on the curb, resting his head in his hands. I took a seat beside him, ignoring coldness of the concrete against my thighs.
"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing his back. Chris ignored me, sighing. "If I tell you this... You can't be mad at me," he said, still looking down.
"I can't promise that but I'll try not to be," I replied, lacing our fingers again. He was keeping me warm. "...I want to break up and move on," he mumbled.
This really didn't suprise me because I knew it was a matter of time before one of us did this. "It ain't right for me to keep doing this with you so I want to end it. We can still be cool, but not like this..." He said, looking down at our hands.
I nodded, "Was that so difficult?" "Yeah, I didn't want to do it," he replied. I stood up, brushing my pajamas off.
The tears were starting to burn, so I just let them go. Any boy should feel guilty if he makes a girl cry this much. I hope Chris felt like shit.
"All right, bye," I walked away.
( 1 Week Later )
Avery and I walked through the entrance of the school, looking exhausted. We really wanted to stay home and relax all day, but her mom didn't have to work so we couldn't skip. I just didn't want to run into Chris.
He really broke my heart. Avery and I go our seperate ways, not even bothering to say goodbye. Mondays were just one of those days where you feel bad.
"Hey," Blaze waved when I walked into the classroom. "Hey," I replied, taking a seat. He looked me up and down, then looked away.
It felt like everyone was giving me these weird stares but nothing was wrong with me. Trust me, I checked like 5 or 6 times but there was never anything wrong.
Braylen wasn't around Chris and Chris wasn't around Braylen or anyone else. He just stayed to himself all day, and I was proud of that. Maybe he was trying to change.
"All right, so tell me what's up," Avery whispered as we were walking to practice. "What?" I replied, arching my eyebrow.
"I know for a fact that Chris's sex isn't that good, Milan. You're getting too thick," she said. "Why does everyone keep saying that? It's just how much I've been eating."
"Eating a lot? Gaining weight? Feeling tired? Um, those are the symptoms of a pregnant female." "I'm eating a lot because I'm bored which makes me gain weight and get tired. Sweetheart, I'm very careful and not sure that I'm pregnant," I smiled.
"Whatever you say." "Ha-ha, OK."
During practice, I was having a hard time keeping up because that pain in my side continued coming back so coach made me sit it out. Avery kept giving me these weird looks like she was trying to hint at the pregnancy stuff.
These cramps were just there becuase of my menustration which should be coming on this week or the next. I haven't had it in a month but it's because I'm irregular. Plus, Chris and I used protection last time. But not those other times..
"You might want to get those 'cramps' checked out," Avery smirked, walking out of the locker room. "They're gone now. I think it was because I'm tired," I shrugged, rolling my eyes. Chris came out the locker room with his friends, carrying all his bags.
He looked my way then continued walking away. That pissed me off and I had to say something.
"You said we could be cool but you're being rude," I said, blocking his pathway. Chris sighed, looking my way. "Can you move?"
"No, talk to men" I demanded. He really needed to stop acting like this in front of his friends. "What is there to talk about? We broke up!" He yelled.
"That's really how you feel?" I asked, "You were serious about that?"
I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, then started walking off behind him. "So, you're not going to answer my question?" I went on, pushing the double-doors open.
"NO! WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I?" Chris turned around, knocking a few posters off the wall. I was used to this behavior by now so it really didn't stress me a lot but it still hurt to have him scream at me like this in front of everyone.
"Calm down," I replied, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. It was already embarassing.
Chris chuckled, "You're stupid... C'mon, Milan. We don't need to talk about anything. I don't have feelings for you like that. It was just something to do when I was bored.."
