(if you guys were wondering Cheveyo's name is pronounced Ca-vay-o. Just thought I would add that. I like to choose the names of my characters by their origin. I don't know why I just do. If you've read Sensual Meets Sinister, I give the characters from Africa African names and people from other places names from their origin.)
I pulled up into my parking space at school, and just as I expected, Sara was standing there waiting for me. Her brown hairblew in the wind and she stared at me with dark green eyes. I sighed and got out of the car. "Another dream?" She asked giving me a sympathetic look. I could only nod. She walked over and wrapped an arm around me. "It will get better OK?" She said.
"I've had the same dream for twelve years, Sara." I said blankly. "If things were going to get better, I wouldn't watch him die every night." She fell silent and we walked towards the building. Just as I was about to open the door someone pushed it closed.
I rolled my eyes when I saw who it was. Ethan Brown, the hot jock that every girl AND guy drools over. I mean yea he's cute and all. Tall, brown hair, blue eyes, nice body, there's only one problem. He's not Cheveyo. Not one person in this world compares to him. If I can't have the man of my dreams then I don't want one at all. God, I'm crazy to think that beautiful man could ever exist.
"Shawn!" He said. "I've looked all over for you!" I rolled my eyes again and looked over at Sara, she was giggling uncontrollably. She know's how I feel about other boys and she know's how I can make them feel about themselves.
"What do you want Ethan?" I asked. I made sure he knows I'm not really in the mood for his crap.
"I've wanted you to be my girl for the past two years." He said with a cocky grin.
"Its been two years and you still can't see I'm not interested?" I laughed. He pushed himself against me.
"Come on baby," He whispered in my ear. "Stop playing hard to get." I pushed him from me.
"I'm not playing hard to get," I said. "I just don't want you or else in this town. All you want is sex so you can run back and tell your little friends about it." I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not one of your little dumb blonds who fall for you crap."
He leaned in close to my face. So close that I could smell cigarette smoke on his breath. "Youre such a bitch." He spit before he turned and walked off. I laughed aloud.
"I'm a good one!" I yelled back.
"That was so funny!" Sara laughed. "You pissed him off so bad!" That's what happens with all the guys who approach me, and I'm approached by a lot of guys. I'm far from an ugly person. My great-great-great grandparents were Cherokee Indians. As my family mated with different races, the gene died down. Somehow when I was born, I came out looking like my ancestors. My parents have white skin, blond hair, and blue eyes.
Me on the other hand, I'm extremely tanned and I look exactly like a full-blooded Cherokee. I look exactly as I do in my dreams. I'm tall and curvy and exotic looking. I don't understand how and why I turned out this way but let me tell you, my parents freaked when I was born! They thought the doctor switched her baby. How many white people do you know who wouldn't spazz if they gave birth to a child with black hair, brown eyes, and copper-colored skin?
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Cheveyo (A Reincarnation Love Story)Romance
Shawnee Blackfoot has dreamed of one man every night since she was four years old. The only thing she knows about him is that he is Native American and his name, Cheveyo. Sadly, he dies in the dream every time. She is deeply in love with him. He pro...