💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

MALICE

God, why me?

“Um…” I cleared my throat. “I think... marriages lose intimacy when they start off broken. People don’t come in healed. They come in still mad about their past… or carrying agendas. Eventually it’s not about love anymore—it’s about control, resentment, and who can hurt who first. Y’all stop being partners and start being enemies... strangers, really.”

The room went quiet.

“That was beautifully said, Ms. Santiago,” she nodded, clearly impressed. “Exactly. No trust, no love, no intimacy.”

She continued explaining the project—nine weeks, paired marriages, write an essay about whether we’d stay married or not. Oh—and it’s 80% of our damn grade.

Groans filled the room.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, babies,” Ms. Peterson chuckled. “Now, I’ll call out your pairings. Once you hear your name, sit with your partner.”

I looked up at the clock. Still got 30 minutes left in class. I slid most of my stuff back in my bag and kept my binder out.

I silently prayed: Please not nobody weird. Please not nobody lazy. Please not Zeus.

“Ghenesis Santiago… Zeus Hawkins.”

You ever just… wanna disappear?

I blinked, thinking: Cool, there must be another Zeus in here…

Then the chair beside me scraped back.

I looked over—and there he was. Laid back, hoodie halfway on, arms folded.

“Um… why you over here?” I asked, dead confused.

“Because I’m your partner,” he said, voice low.

“Damn… better you than me,” Gigi muttered under his breath, flipping to a new page in his notebook.

I wanted to laugh. But I was too busy dying inside.

After class, I was heading to physics still thinking about first period. Outta all the folks in that class… why did it have to be him?

And why his last name different from mine and Charles? That part threw me off heavy.

I turned the corner, not paying attention—bam.

I bounced back hard.

“Oh shit, my fault shawty,” a deep voice said. I looked up and locked eyes with a tall dude holding his hand out.

“You good?”

“Yeah, thank you,” I mumbled, grabbing my stuff off the floor.

“You new?” he asked, flashing a dimpled smile.

“Yeah… started Monday.”

Goddamn, he fine as hell. Skin smooth, waves spinning, lips lookin’ like sin.

“I’m Donovan, by the way,” he said, holding his hand out.