Imani
I really wasn't in the mood to go hang out with anyone right now.
But since we were talking about books, I really didn't mind. And like Amirah said, maybe I needed to just relax and chill out.
"How is this dress," I show Amirah the dress I wanted to wear.
"Okay you look beautiful," she cheeses. "If y'all end up...you know doing something just text me so I know not to wait for you," she smirks.
"Shut up," I laugh. "I'll definitely be coming home," I roll my eyes.
"Okay I'll be watching Hulu if you need me," she says.
I leave and check my phone to see if Chris texted me.
Outside beautiful
And sure enough, he was outside...with his friend?
"Oh hey," I wave shyly. I go to get in the backseat but, his friend gets up. "Nah you can sit here, he's just dropping me off real quick," his friend says.
I awkwardly make my way to the front seat and sit down and come face to face with pretty boy himself.
"There she is," he smiles. "I'm surprised you decided to come."
"So am I," I hear a mumble from the backseat.
Chris rolls his eyes. "Man the faster I drop you off, the better."
"You got that shit right."
I just awkwardly tap my feet and try to stay calm. I was a bit nervous being in the car with these two. I don't know why.
"See you later Drake," Chris parks the car in front of some odd building.
"Have fun but not two much fun," he laughs. He gets out and goes towards the building...but then he comes back and leans out my window.
"Such a shame Chris was the first one to find you," he winks and leaves.
"Fuck you Drake," Chris yells and drives off.
"Y'all are clearly best friends," I scoff.
"Yeah that's my boy alright," Chris laughs. "Anyways...how are you liking school so far."
I shrug. "It's whatever. Better than being at home," I mumble the last part.
"Yeah I feel you cause my mom? Nah she be buggin. Chris go clean your room. Chris stop bringing bitches in my house. Chris don't let me get a belt," he mocks her. "But she loves me and just wanna see me stop bullshitting. That's why I'm gonna make her proud...make sure I can be the best medical doctor I can be," he smiles.
I smile back. It was good to see that through all his corny jokes he still was goal oriented. "Yeah that's really dope. We need more doctors."
"Tell me about it," he pulls up into a bar. "You have fake ID right?"
I lift my eyebrow? "Why would I have that?"
"Cause we going for drinks?" I look at him for a good minute very dumbfounded. "I thought you meant like...milkshakes."
He looks at me and starts laughing hysterically. "Shorty I hope you're playing with me," he laughs. "Nah forreal though?"
"...yes nigga what is so funny?" I cross my arms. He starts the car up again. "Alright alright we can do milkshakes...why you don't drink?"
I didn't drink for a few reasons. First of all, it didn't do anything for me. I tried a sip of alcohol at a party one time in high school and felt my soul fall to my liver.
I just hated alcohol. I hated how it made me feel. I hated what it made people do. I hated the pressure to drink. Ain't nobody gonna tell me what to put in my body?
When Chris said go for drinks, I didn't really assume alcohol because nobody around me really drank like that. Amirah also doesn't drink alcohol.
I also just preferred to be aware. If I'm around people who are gonna drink, that's cool. But I like to be the friend that's in the know. I just would hate to be intoxicated and something happen to someone.
So I just never really cared to drink.
"I don't know I just do not like alcohol," I shrug. "Not for me I guess. "
"I understand," he laughs. "I mean milkshakes aren't for me either. That lactose intolerance ain't no joke," he pulls up to some place. "But my booty gon be alright. This place has the best milkshakes."
Jojo's Milkshakes
That's what I'm talking about.
"It looks good for sure," I cheese.
"Okay I got you happy now," he laughs. "Let's go?"
I see he has two books in his hand. I won't lie, I was suspect about him and his intentions but maybe he actually just wants to talk about books.
Then again, he did get into the University of Chicago and is Pre-Med. He must be very smart.
We get inside and sit down. "Ah okay I see why you picked this place," I laughed. The menu gave you the option to add some liquor to your drinks...hot chocolate, you could get an Irish coffee, they had a lot of options.
"I like versatility," he winks. We order some drinks. I got a baked hot chocolate. I never had tried something like that before.
And it looked so good.
"So," Chris says. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yes."
"What made you like reading books so much," he asks. "And how do you come across such eye opening books?"
I shrug. "I mean if you wanna be real, humans suck. But humans when they use their brains? We can accomplish so much," I say. "We have a lot to learn first but we have to use that learning for good and books show that," I tell him. "Books let me escape and better myself and my goals."
He nods and takes a sip of his drink. "So do you think it can do the same for me?"
He looks at me with sincerity in his eyes. He was very serious and felt a lot of...pain? Maybe he was scared.
"Despite how I may treat you Chris, you are a good person. If you're looking to better yourself, you can always do so. With or without a book," I smile at him.
He smiles back. "You don't know me to know if I'm a good person Imani. I could be a serial killer."
I frown. "Uh uh don't play that with me. Cause I can fight."
He starts laughing at me. "I'm just playing I wouldn't hurt you," he says.
I spent some time getting to know Chris and he was actually a really nice guy. I think we could become really good friends.
While we were talking about school, his phone rings. "Hold on," he says.
The smile on his face slowly fades and turns into annoyance.
"Really nigga?"
"Alright I'm coming," he ends the call quite irritated. "Imani I'm sorry but Drake's dumbass got into some trouble and I need to help him out," he pulls out his wallet to pay.
"Oh alright," I also pull out my wallet but he stops me. "I got you don't worry about it," he winks.
I roll my eyes at him. "If you insist."
We leave and head back to campus. His phone kept ringing the whole time we were in the car.
"Can you wait? Damn," he says on the phone.
"No I'm not doing that have you lost your fucking mind?"
He hangs up the phone. "If it was so urgent I could've just used the L?"
"Nah nah it's cool. Drake is just being a whole bitch right now."
We pull up to my dorm. "Thank you again," I smile.
"I'll be seeing you soon," he winks and drives off. I enter my dorm and see Amirah sleeping while watching something on her laptop.
I try not to make any noise to wake her, but she beat me to it. "So she's back?"
"Yes Ms. Gamal I am indeed back," I laugh.
"Well how did it go?"
"It was fine. He took me to a bar," I laugh.
Amirah looks at me and we both laugh. "I convinced him to take me to get milkshakes though or we'll I got a baked hot chocolate," I smirk. "Plus I don't own a fake ID."
"Seems like you had fun," she laughs. "See did it kill you?"
"A little bit actually. I can feel my insides collapsing."
"Inshallah," she smirks.
"I hate you," I laugh and go get ready for bed. "You have to help me study for this philosophy exam tomorrow."
"Only if you help me with Physiology," she says.
"I got you," I tell her.
I went to bed wondering what had Chris so worked up. And what was so urgent that Drake called him like a hundred plus times.
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