William Jamal Pierce is a 17 year old basketball player that attends Liberty High School. Tall, sexy, talented, and beloved by his friends and peers, he seems to have it all. However, looking from the outside in, everything seems to be going fine fo...
It's been a week, since I've seen Leah. She hasn't been at school and I was a little worried. I know I haven't been the best of friend to her, but I intend to make it right.
School was just about over and I was happy about that. I needed to see my best friend. I was in my last class of the day, waiting for the bell to ring.
Minutes later, it rung and I was out the door. I got to the student parking lot, going to my car. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that bitch Leah fought a while back talking to that Andre dude.
They were mighty close to each other as they talked near his car. What I saw next, shocked the hell out of me. They were in a full blown make out session.
"Ah, shit." I said, as I got my phone out and took many pictures as well as recorded a video.
I laughed to myself. "You will be exposed, you lil hoe." I stated, as I got into my car and drove to Leah's house.
Once I got there, I got out of my car, and knocked on the door. Leah opened the door and walked away. I let myself in and closed the door behind me.
I went into the living room and she was laying on the couch, using her laptop.
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I sat across from her, feeling awkward.
"Hey, bestie." I said, trying to break the ice.
Leah cut her eyes at me. Just by her expression, I wanted to run out of the door.
Her gaze turned back towards her laptop. The room was filled with silence with the exception of whatever she was watching on her laptop.
I sighed as I played with my fingers. "I can take you yelling and cursing me out, but I can't take you ignoring me."
She paused whatever she was watching and looked at me. Her eyes were like fire, burning a whole into me. Nervousness washed over me quickly.
"Like, how you were ignoring me?" She questioned with her eyebrow raised.
"Leah...I didn't mean to."
"You didn't mean to?" She questioned in a sarcastic tone.
"No, I didn't."
She laughed. "Cut the shit Natasha. Matter of fact, get the fuck out. You're starting to piss me off." She said, irritated.
"No, I wanted to see you."
"You saw me, now you can go." She said, getting up and opening the front door.
I stood up and walked over to her. She had her arms folded across her chest.
"Angel, please I'm sorry." I pleaded.
"You can let yourself out." She responded, walking into the kitchen.
I shut the front door and followed her. She was eating an apple.
"Leah, I'm sorry okay? I admit that I was so wrapped up in Katie that I-" I got cut off when the apple she was eating, flew towards me. I quickly dodged it.
"Fuck you Tasha! You ain't shit! I'm tired of the same old ass cycle with you! It never fails! Every time you get a new bitch, it's fuck Leah! I'm sick of it!" She yelled.
"It won't happen again...ang-" I started, but got cut off again.
"You say that bullshit ass lie every time and you still do the shit! I'm supposed to be your best friend Tasha! You're supposed to be my bitch!"
"I am!" I yelled back.
She shook her head. "Nah, you're not. I fucking called and texted you Tasha. You didn't respond. I needed you!" She yelled as hot tears fell from her eyes.
I lowered my head as I ran my hand through my hair. "I fucked up, but I'm here now." I stated, looking at her.
Damn, looking at her right now broke my heart.
"Grandma died Tasha! She's gone! But, where were you?! All boo'd up with your bitch! I needed you and you weren't there!" She screamed as she broke down.
"What?!" I questioned, shocked.
I couldn't believe this. Grandma J was gone? No, it couldn't be. It just couldn't. But, it was true. I just couldn't grasp the fact.
I walked towards her and hugged her as tight as I could with tears of my own pouring.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I repeated.
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Hours after our moment, we were in her room, sitting on her bed.
"I can't believe she's gone."
"Yeah, me either." Leah said.
"When's the funeral?"
"The day after tomorrow."
"I'll be there."
She nodded and looked off.
"Let's switch topics. Have you talked to that guy you've been hanging with?"
"No, I've been busy, why?"
"Check this out." I said, pulling up the pics and video I took on my phone and showing them to her.
"Wow, I knew she was a hoe. Poor, William. Shit, I can't believe I liked the guy. He's fucking with the enemy now? Wow." She said, nonchalantly.
"Are you going to tell Will?"
"Although it's not my place, I'm a tell him." She replied with a shrug.
I smirked at her.
"What?"
"You still like him." I stated with a chuckle.
"What? No. William just doesn't need to be played. That's all."
"Why do you care?"
"He's a good guy." She replied with a shrug.
"Admit that you still care for him." I said, with a laugh.
"I won't admit anything because I don't." She said, nonchalantly.
"Admit it angel. You still care for the kid. You still careeeeee."
A small grin plastered across her face. "Okay, okay maybe I do." She said.
"Maybeeee...hmmm?"
"Fine, I do still care for the boy." She smiled, rolling her eyes.
"I knew it!" I shouted.
"Whatever, just send me those pics and video as evidence." She said as she hit me with a pillow.
I sent them to her and grabbed a pillow and hit her back. Next thing you know, we were in an all out pillow fight. Minutes later, we tired ourselves out and plopped back on the bed.
