Converting The Rich Boy

Converting The Rich Boy

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jaykordei By Jelli909 Completed

"I can't be with you." I whispered, tracing my hands down his arm. The blank stare he gave me was clear that he was trying to stay strong. He hated showing his feelings and I knew that he did.

"Why?" His deep voice cracked. The French accent I grew to love seemed as if it had faded along with his emotions. 

"We don't come from the same community," Tears trickled at the corner of my eyes. "You're from the richest family in LA and I'm just a transfer from Colorado. I'm in the middle class and for crying sakes, I'm black. You're white and we just don't mix." I lied and with every word my heart broke a bit more.

"Does that really matter?" He stepped dangerously close to me. His hot breath fanning down my face now as we locked eyes. His beautiful green eyes staring down at me. 

I nodded. "Can I tell you something?" Once again I nodded, feeling slightly dumb for repeating the same actions.

"I'm in love with you Milan Foster."

khay198 khay198 Oct 29, 2016
Bruh  that ain't  gonna  help you  that's  just gonna get you a restraining  order
OMG I'm home sick (from Florida and I live in Cali now) and they don't have a Haitian or Jamaican restaurant anywhere near me
Forever 21 is the shít tho! I love that store just bought some stuff from there today and it was on and poppin!
Halseyxslays Halseyxslays Dec 22, 2016
How can I ask man how he seasons his chicken and he tells me he just cooks it and pours gravy😭😭
You wanna tell everyone my social security also since you blurting personal information oyt
ElizabethHudsonLee ElizabethHudsonLee Dec 05, 2016
Oatmeal is my favorite. Especially the maple and brown sugar one with some milk.