To Be Loved •b.t.• (Completed)

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I thought of the things that had happened to me over the years, and of how little I had made happen
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Zeviah Boston

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Right words, wrong person.

I was too passive to say no.

"I would love to"

Regrets.

But I should have assumed as much as soon as Rajit approached me with a hopeful smile.

"Great. You want to go out for drinks tonight or something?"

"That's fine" I forced a smile onto my face. "I have to go now"

As soon as I closed the door to my office, I groaned. "Fucking stupid. Fuck fuck fuck"

"You must be really horny" Bryson spoke, turning around in my chair.

If he wasn't going to do anything to fix that, then he could shut up.

"What are you doing here?"

"I passed my drug test"

"No, I passed your drug test. That's good to know"

"What's wrong with you?" He questioned. "Imma be your mentor today"

I laughed. "You don't know how to be a mentor. You're just a bad influence"

"I hate it when my students talk back to me" He shook his head and started going through my paperwork.

I quickly stopped him. "Those are confidential, thank you"

"Then why you got them sitting out on the desk like this?"

"Don't you have community service to do?"

"Nah, I'm too busy selling drugs and dodging charges"

"Why do you do that? Why can't you be good for once?"

"I'm not your dog, child, nor boyfriend"

"No, but I am your mentor, and it's my job to guide you in the right direction"

"Which direction is that?"

Mine.

"The one that leads to good decision making"

"Zeebie, do you practice what you're going to tell me on your family? Seems like it"

"I don't have a dog, child, boyfriend, or family"

"Why not?"

"I don't want a child. I don't have time for a dog, and instead of getting a divorce, my parents killed eachother"

"What about the boyfriend thing?"

Usually people would question my parents, but not Bryson.

"Waiting for the right person"

"You should hurry up and snatch you a nigga, cause you not getting any younger. Ain't you like fifty-two?" He laughed.

"I hate you"

"Nah, I'm just playing, Zeeb. What'chu doing, later?"

"Going to a bar with one of my coworkers" I sighed.

"Male or female?"

"Rajit"

"Ew, that sounds ugly. Y'all babies would be black, italian, and indian"

"I said nothing about sex"

There was only one person that I had wanted to have sex with, and he was in the same room as me.

"I had read between the lines"

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"If I had known that you didn't drink alcohol, I would have chosen a different place, Zeviah"

"It isn't your fault. I didn't communicate"

"Maybe we could try this again, sometime?" He put his coat on.

"I, um- I'll let you know" I shot him a fake smile.

"Alright, get home safely"

"Bye, Rajit"

He walked out of the bar, and I looked at the counter infront of me to see that he had left his wallet.

I got his wallet and followed behind him.

"Raj!"

He turned around and shot me a questioning look.

"Something wrong?"

I handed him his wallet. "You left it"

"Thanks" He gave me a head nod before getting into his car. "Have a nice night, Zeviah. See you tomorrow"

"You too"

I went back into the bar and drank some of my water before standing to leave.

When I stood, it felt like a force had been pushing me down.

I looked down at the water to see small white bubbles floating on top.

Water didn't have bubbles.

Upon realization, I began to feel very weak.

I tried to talk, but no words came out out of my mouth.

I felt someone grab my arm. "You look like you could use some rest, and I know the perfect place"

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