Okay guys, I'm not dead. I've just been soooooooo soooooo busy since I've been in Canada and I haven't gotten a chance to sit down and actually write something. I don't like this chapter at all, but you guys deserve a new chapter for y'alls paitence and dedication. Sorry if this chapter's crap, I literally rushed it. Please vote, comment, and add this to y'alls library if you guys haven't already.
Chapter Eighteen
Dylan Bernice Anthony
“This is beautiful.” I smiled as Wesley sat me in my chair and pushed the chair into the table.
“Not as beautiful as you though.” He smiled and sat down across from me.
“Gay ass, that wasn’t cute.” I couldn’t help but blush even though I was laughing.
“Nah but forreal Dylan, you’re beautiful. Chris is a complete dumbass for cheating.” I couldn’t help but wince when he brought up Chris. It was still a kind of sore subject.
We hadn’t talked in about two weeks, and I preferred it that way. Whenever we talked I wanted to rock him in his jaw and sit on his face at the same time. I was so confused by my feelings. It was obvious Chris had followed my directions though, since he was walking around the school with Robyn again. I guess we weren't meant to be together, which was fine with me. I had Wesley Grant taking me out on dates, who didn't want that?
I knew what his purpose of dating me was though, he wanted to make Chris jealous, and honestly I wanted to make him jealous too. I guess we could do it together. It seemed like a win win situation to me.
“Let’s not talk about him, I talk about him way too much. Let’s talk about you.” I said and Wesley started talking about his basketball career, how he started, and how he was gonna get drafted to the Miami Heat. He had some big dreams and a lot of ambition. I liked that, a lot.
We ate dinner for about an hour and then when to watch UCLA's college basketball team play.
"I'm gonna play here next year baby girl. I'd love to have you come to one of my games." Wesley said as we walked back to his car from the game. We had to stay an extra hour so Wesley could talk to his coaches and all that shit.
“I’d love to come to one of your games.”
“Aight.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist.
It didn’t feel the same as being with Chris, but it was something I could get used to.
~
"AlrightI had a really good time with you tonight. Thanks for letting me take you out.” Wesley smiled as we stood in front of my front door. On the way back from UCLA we stopped at a Tutti Frutti and got frozen yogurt before coming back to my house.
“Thanks for tonight, I had a really good time too.” I wasn’t used to being walked to my door after dates and stuff, so I didn’t know if he was gonna kiss me or not. The Wesley that had taken me on a date tonight was definitely not the cocky Wesley who had all the bitches at school going crazy. He was really sweet and intelligent, just adding on to his deliciousness.
“You’re welcome ma, anytime. Well I gotta go, I got practice in the morning.” I guess he wasn’t gonna kiss me. Okay, I guess.
“Alright, text me then. Thanks for tonight again.” I turned to unlock the front door but stopped when I felt Wesley’s hand grab my shirt and tug me back into his body. Mhm, it felt hard and strong, and I could feel his muscles stretch back in as he breathed.
“You thought I was gonna let you leave without kissing your ass?” He whipped me around and crushed our lips together. His lips were smooth and soft, but not as nice as Chris’s.
Why was I comparing this guy to Chris? We weren’t together, and I didn’t want to be with him! I felt Wesley’s hands creep down until they were sitting comfortably on my ass while not breaking apart our lips.
“I’ve always wanted to do that shit ma.” He breathed.
“Uh huh." I murmured back.
Wesley kissed me a few more times before kissing my forehead and hopping back into his car.
"I'll see you tomorrow baby girl." He waved before driving off blasting Yeezus.
I stayed outside for a few minutes before crawling back inside and jumping in bed. I needed to talk to Honey and Heather, I was so confused.
Sochitta Sal (Honey)
"Okay, so the date was great, and he kissed you. I don't see what's wrong. It seems perfect?" Dylan had come over with Heather and wanted relationship advice, like I could really give that shit to her. She looked a hot mess, she looked like she hadn't slept in days and her eyes were bloodshot red. Probably from waking and baking.
"It was perfect! That's what's wrong!" She cried. I was so confused by what Dylan was saying, it was like I was high myself!
“I get it Dylan, everything was too right. With Chris you guys make mistakes, but it was still perfect in an imperfect way. Right?” Heather said and looked over at a stoned Dylan who was just nodding her head to everything she said.
“Exactly. The whole time I was comparing Wesley to Chris. Fuck am I thinking about Chris for?”
“‘Cause you still want his yellow ass Dylan.” I responded and looked down at my vibrating phone. It was Michael, he probably just wanted to bother me since his other hoes weren’t texting him back or something.
Wassup? - Michael
Nothing much, just trying to give relationship advice to Dylan’s high ass. You? - Honey
I locked my phone and tried to find my way back into the conversation which wasn’t hard to do since Dylan wouldn’t stop laughing at me calling Chris yellow.
“That nigga really is yellow, looking like he just danced out of a crayola box. Looking like the sun! Haha, punk ass.”
Relationship advice bout Chris? And shit just in the studio, you should come through - Michael
No, well kinda. It’s a long story. And I should? Is it just you in the studio? - Honey
Girl shit huh? Lol, and yup it’s just T-Raw in here - Michael
I looked over at Dylan and Heather who were just sitting on Dylan’s bed chowing on Doritos Loco Tacos from Taco Bell and watching Bridezillas. They didn’t need me. I could just slip out for an hour.
Alright, I’ll be there soon. - Honey
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"Okay, play me a song. I don't want a song about you fucking hoes, I want an actual sweet song." I said as Michael started playing with a beat on his sound system.
"Aight, if you twerk for me I'll play you a sweet song."
"Fine, if I don't find the song sweet I'm not gonna shake my ass at all." I didn't have a problem with twerking, I just wanted to see the emotional side of Michael. I had only seen it when we were having sex.
"Aight, I wrote this when I was going through some shit. Don't judge a nigga." Michael warned before pressing the mouse pad on his computer and a loud beat came through the speakers.
"Love Game"
[Hook]
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon’ be alright, baby we gon’ be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don’t wanna waste time, I don’t wanna waste time
[Verse 1]
Man I know we ain’t finished when it’s barely beginning
All the time I done put in, I put in but time was ending
So silly chasing a feeling, figured you felt different
But so many, so many girls but I just stay with ya
See love wasn’t my intention
Rather play Dominoes count money with my niggas, shoot dice
Give me seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon’ be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we ain’t gotta bring your moms and your sister in it
House too big, they all trying to spend the night
You always inviting them and I don’t need to be liking itA
t all, and I don’t need to say shit
‘Cause I just like to see you happy even when you faking it
So flagrant you foul ass bitch, man I hate you
I hope we can make up in the A.M
[Hook]
‘Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon’ be alright, baby we gon’ be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don’t wanna waste time, I don’t wanna waste time
It’s like we’re in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It’s like we’re in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
[Verse 2]
Uhh, for every last king need a queen
If you love me now then forever hold this ring
Hold me down, defend it; hold me down, no witness
You always got so much pride but once you look in my eyes
It’s over, you even told me about you when you was younger
How your father abused you, I let you cry on my shoulder
No tissue, just short sleeve, tears see-through
Our lives equal, thinking what you been through
Uhh, yo Genie here
Yea I grant you every wish
Put you in environments, good company success
Already set, you going with the best
I know I lied before but trust me I ain’t like your ex
Sex so good, break up then break a sweat
We should stay together, then we fight again
Same old shit, different location
Feeling like my time wasted
[Hook]
‘Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon’ be alright, baby we gon’ be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don’t wanna waste time, I don’t wanna waste time
It’s like we’re in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It’s like we’re in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
[Verse 3]
Trying to forget someone that you love
Like trying to remember someone that you never knew
Think about it, I dream about it
My nightmares haunting me, I can’t sleep about it
Anxiety, can’t breathe, can’t live without you
The revival, all these verses is my survival
at the podium and waiting for your arrival
One day but no return
Like Usher say, gotta let it burn
[Outro]
The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love
Is waking up to see that person gone
You know it, it takes seconds to say hello
But forever to say goodbye
Moving on is easy, but what you leave behind
Is what makes it hard…
Michael turned off the song and started clapping his hands to a random beat in his head.
"Aight twerk."
"No Michael! That song was so sweet, who did you write that for?"
"Nah, you didn't tell me I had to explain, you just said to play you a sweet song. Now twerk that ass." He did have a point, all I asked for was a sweet song. Now I guess I had to deliver. "Fine. Put on a song."
Michael turned on I'm Different and pushed his revolving chair further back so he could get a better view. He had seen Heather and I twerk at a party once, and he had been obsessed with it ever since. He always said 'Honey, you're Asian but you can twerk. Something ain't right with that.'
"I don't even know why I agreed to this shit." I mumbled but still bent my knees and started to pop and shake what my momma gave me.
About a minute or two later the song stopped playing and I sat back down. Every since Michael and I had had sex I wasn't nervous around him anymore, so dancing or showing my emotions wasn't even an issue.
"Aye come here." Michael said before he pulled me onto his lap.
"Real shit Sochitta, if I had known how you felt about me before things would've been different." Whenever Michael called me Sochitta I knew he was being serious, and that I should listen.
“What do you mean different?” I kind of had an idea what he meant, but I wanted him to explain it to me.
“Like if I had known that you were feeling me before I got with Malaya, I feel like shit would’ve been different. You know how much shit she and I went through, and I feel like if it was you instead of her, we would still be together."
Wow. I never knew that Michael felt that way about me.
“Kiss me.” I whispered and practically melted when his perfect lips touched mine. I couldn’t think when he kissed me, and right now that was what I needed. What was I supposed to say to something like that? I had wanted the same exact thing as him at one point. But now my mind had gotten used to the fact that we were just friends. Why did he have to come and mess that up? It had taken a long time to get adjusted to Michael not feeling the same, and now he came out with this shit. I was so confused, even more than I had been before.