Chapter 1:
"Stop talking to you damn self!" Chantel said to
her little sister Lasiandra." Actually you know who I’m talking to so chill
little daddy" , Lasiandra responded. "You a big ass 16 year old but aye if that’s
Sunny tell that nigga what’s up and when he coming down to see me"Chantel said
while giggling. She was Lasiandra’s big sister. Their 3 years apart but acts
the same age. Chantel’s in college while Lasiandra’s in high school (sophomore). "You play all day but he will be seeing 'me' someday" Lasiandra said emphasizing the word me. " Girl please, when he see me he might-" *doorbell rings* " Now who is that at my damn door? " Chantel said after getting interrupted by the doorbell. *doorbell rings again* "The fuck? I'm coming! " Chantel said rising from her seat to answer the door. She stood their and starred. "Hi?" the person at the door said. "You out of all people really?"Chantel asked. " Who is that?" Lasiandra yelled out. "Yo ace boon coon that’s who" Chantel said walking away from the door. "Hazel?" Lasiandra questioned. "Yes?" She answered. "Bring your butt in here now" , Lasiandra commanded. "I told her she is no longer a dang guest, just because it’s a new house doesn’t mean there’s new rules" Chantel said. "I know but it just seems awkward now, I don’t know why though" Hazel explained. Hazel was Lasiandra’s best friend. They were the same age but Hazel is older. Hazel was light skinned, brown curly hair with blonde streets that goes to her back, and pretty brown eyes. "I feel you, it does feel really different I mean I know it doesn’t supposed to feel the same but it just feel… weird" Chantel explained. . "Right, but aye it’s Sunday and you’re laid up on this couch foreal huh?" , Hazel asked her friend." You already know, like always", Lasiandra said smiling. "Look at her now, smiling at that phone of hers" Chantel said. "Shaking my head, Sunny boy?" Hazel asked.
• Devil born to be evil could only be healed by an angel, his angel•
She was an introverted, reserved girl. Pushing herself to high school with never got noticed by the crowd. It never seemed difficult. Neither was she a scholar nor was she in the category of bad ones. Obeying rules came easily. Learning new things never bothered her. She got decent grades in her studies but never bothered to participate in any other activities.
He was fond of anything that had no concern with studies. He hated books, from football to boxing even excelling in dancing. He was excellent in everything, not even liking studies yet he managed to be the topper of the school.
They were two polar apart! She was the definition of a good girl while he came under a bad one. She never got noticed, he could never be ignored. Kind was she! Rude was his nickname. Was any chance of these two colliding with one another? Pretty much yes! One competition, yes mere one competition and it changed their life.