#samaree

Samaya

The boys won all of their meets, but one unfortunately and they were put out of the tournament. The guys seemed upset about it, but that didn't give them the motivation to not try their hardest, especially with coach informing them that scouts were still prowling about.

A few of the guys talked to the scouts and were told to look out for a phone calls soon because they were a really respectable team. I was proud because Chris got the most and he definitely deserved it. I just hope he gets scouted by a school close which are the KU Jayhawks. KU is the university I want to go to after I graduate next year and to have Chris play ball there would be wonderful.

I know we haven't really done anything sexually since the bus episode, but we've been talking a lot. He seems to finally be getting comfortable with me so he told me about his mom and how she's in the hospital and the trials he goes through to take care of London and himself alone. I tried to ask him what he did for a living, but he seemed to be reverting back to his standoffish ways so, I dropped the subject all together. He didn't know I knew, but London told me how they were living and as much as I wanted to say I don't care, I did. To hear about them living under those conditions and about their mom and dad, I felt like I had to do something, so I did.

I texted back and forth with my mom about Chris and London living with us temporarily and she said he declined that offered before we left for the trip. I was confused at first, but we conducted a plan to get him to allow it with London's help of course. London was a cool girl, but my plan on using her to get closer to Chris seemed to be working somehow. She told me she put in a good word for me with her brother so maybe that's why he decided to open up to me. Either way, my plan worked, if I needed to use her again I definitely will.

Pulling up to the car pool site where we left from, we all slugged out of the big bus stretching our limbs and yawning wildly. My hair was frizzed all over my head, I didn't have make up on, and I dressed like a bum; I just wasn't feeling it so I emulated a beast. After everyone said their goodbyes and the five of us piled into the escalade with my mom we were on our way to the house. It was going on nine a.m. and I was tired beyond belief. "Mrs. Mathews, could you please drop London and I off at our home?" Chris' husky voice rang throughout the car causing me to shift in my seat from the sudden wetness. Jesus.

"Sure, sweetheart." My mom sighed sadly, "Where to?" She smirked at me before diverting her eyes back to the road. This better work because all this planning, threatening, and money spent would be a waste.

After getting the directions from Chris and driving down to 1st street in downtown, we pulled up to the worst appearing apartment building ever. The walls were falling down, windows were busted, paint was destroyed, and even floors of the building looked to be wiped out. This should be unlawful... Seriously.

London grumbled, "Can I spend the night over Samaya's, Chris, please?" She begged.

"No, London, you've concerned them enough." He spoke lowly thinking we couldn't hear him, but the car was silent so of course we did.

"Yeah, why don’t both of y'all spend the night?" Samaree suggested rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Its coo man, we'll be fine." Chris reassured getting out of the car and leaving the door open for London. I dialed the number to the front desk and told the creepy lady it was time. London stayed in the backseat smirking and playing on the iPhone my mom got her before we left not worrying about a thing.

The lady came outside and this bitch deserved a Grammy award for the acting she’s doing. "Here Chris. Take your shit and get the fuck out of my building!" She yelled chucking a backpack at him. He caught it before it could hit him in the face placing a bewildered look on his face.

"What the fuck?! What are you doing?!" He screamed, his face flushing red from anger for sure, but maybe he's a little embarrassed as well because I know I would be. We all jumped out of the truck so nothing bad would happen.

"You got fucking child protective services in this bitch like we the damn Hilton Hotel. Now we due for inspection and more than likely are getting shut down!” The scowl she held was real as could be and I had a feeling it was based on my phone call to her a couple of days ago. Oh well, the bitch can stay mad. “Get the fuck outta here!" She stormed from the scene, slamming the door closed on her way.

"Wait!" He panicked going through the bag of clothes throwing things to the ground obviously looking for something. "Wait!" he screamed again getting up to run into the building. We all followed behind him as he ran to what was supposed to be the lobby, but looked more like an underground crack spot for crack heads. There were people sleeping on the floor with needles in their arms, legs, anywhere a vein could be spotted and stabbed, I couldn't tell you if the people were really asleep or dead, originally white or if they were just that dirty, and if the spots on their bodies were from abusing the drugs, people abusing them, or just them not taking care of themselves.

The more I sat and stared at the sight before me, the more I realized that this building should be shut down. I called the lady and told her I knew about her building and if the city knew, they’d shut her down in a heartbeat so she agreed to kicking Chris out. But now that I see that it’s worse than what I imagined, I wouldn’t be surprised if my mother really did report her and if she didn’t, I definitely will. This shit is ridiculously disgusting and I had to get Semaj out of here immediately before he caught something.

I told my mom that Semaj and I were going back to the car and she told me she’d go see about Chris with Samaree and London. Semaj and I sat in the car and he jammed out to some music after I picked up all of Chris’ stuff that he threw out while I rested my head on the window thinking about how bad he really was living. He could’ve gotten into crack, he could’ve gotten robbed, beat up, and all types of other crazy stuff. I’m glad I came up with this plan and got them out of there before any of that could happen. Chris came back to the car with a tear stained face and a pouting London. My mom looked sad and Samaree consoled Chris and told him everything would be better this way.

I felt bad, but did I really have a reason too? My motive for going about it was positive, but the way I went about it may have back fired and I don’t even know why. I felt guilty and I felt as though I needed to tell on myself, but not today or anytime soon for sure.

Getting back to the house, everyone went to their rooms and passed out. Semaj couldn’t sleep so my mom took him with her to go grocery shopping. Slipping on a gray pair Victoria Secret PINK sweats and a white tank top, I pulled my hair up into a puffy bun, and slipped on some pink and purple furry sox. Pulling the door to my room open, I walked out and made my way to the end of the hall, sliding on the wooden floors where Chris’ room was. Knocking softly, I pushed the door open to see Chris laying on his back staring up at the ceiling clad in a pair of basketball shorts and no shirt. Lord be with me. I closed his door back and trekked slowly onto the bed sitting beside him. “Hey,” I mumbled smiling lightly.

He turned to glance at me with his tear filled eyes instantly forcing a pout on my face. “What’s wrong?” I asked wiping the tear that rolled down his cheek with my thumb. He shook his head as if to say nothing, but I wasn’t buying it. I found that our relationship –or whatever this is –is becoming something I like. I like being able to just talk to him about anything and him being able to talk about anything with me; it showed that he trusted me. “Come on, you know you can talk to me.” I whispered laying my head on his shoulder and cuddling into his side. My hands ran up and down his toned chest and chiseled abs while his hands were placed behind his head making his muscles flex. Chris is so sexy and he probably doesn’t even know it. All the girls at school throw themselves at him and he doesn’t even notice. I wonder if he’s a virgin.

He sighed deeply, “I had one picture left of my mom, and I couldn’t find it.” His voice croaked throughout his sentence and it made tears spring to my eyes, “I bet you that bitch has it. She’s just mad because I wouldn’t fuck her again.” I gasped springing up from my spot on his side.

“You fucked her?” I mugged him crossing my arms across my chest. I guess I got the answer to my question, but damn. All of a sudden I had the urge to call the city and report her duck ass right this minute. I should report her fucked up ass weave too and have her put in jail. I’m jealous and I’m not afraid to admit it. That ugly bitch got him and I didn’t? The fuck is wrong with this niggas eyesight?

“You mad,” He chuckled loudly, his gut jumping as he chortled. The smile on his face, altered my frown into a small smile by force. I am mad, the fuck type of shit is that for real though? I couldn’t help but to smile even wider as he sniggered. I hated to see him so sad and down when he has the brightest smile anyone could ever see. His smile could lighten up the world and he was frowning. “What you lookin’ at?” He smirked licking his pink lips. I didn’t even realize his boisterous laugh had come to a halt and he was now gazing at me.

“Shut up, why you fuck her, but I can’t get none?” I whined pouting my lips and falling face first onto his chest. His chest vibrated against me as I smiled into him and crossed my left leg over his body so that I’m straddling him. “Seriously though.” I poked my bottom lip out placing my hands on his shoulders. He brought his hands from behind his head and placed them on my hips mocking my pout before he laughed again.

He smirked at me, so I just smacked my teeth and went back to the situation at hand, “Anyway, if she has the picture, it’ll be fine because God gone get her. He doesn’t like ugly and she’s mad ugly.” I rose my eyebrows and raised my eyebrows showing him how serious I am creating a chuckle that emitted from his lips. “Plus, your mom is going to wake up any day now and you guys will be able to take all the pictures in the world.” I smiled at the large smile plastered on his face before inclining down to peck his lips.

Getting into the kiss, he pulled me down placing us chest to chest and located his hands on my ass. Our tongues rolling around each other’s was turning me on and I couldn’t control myself. Rotating my hips against his hard dick, I moaned into his mouth once he flipped us over and started to grind his hips into me. These sweats weren’t doing me too much justice and I can’t deny the fact that I didn’t care.

Pulling away from the kiss, he stared down at me, “I haven’t fucked you yet because I like you.” He mumbled pecking my lips once more before getting off of the bed and going into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I screamed at the top of my lungs before kicking around in the bed listening to him laugh at me. “Backwards bitch!” I spat harshly, making sure he didn’t hear me.

After getting myself together, I left his room and went down to the kitchen where Samaree and London were on the counter. He was standing between her legs and they were making out heavy. Smiling big, I opened and slammed a cabinet causing Samaree to jump back and London screamed knocking his phone off the counter. Hunching over in laughter, I couldn’t wipe the tears that were rolling down my cheeks fast enough. “Ah, man. That was funny.” I slapped my knee in humor.

“You play too much, nigga.” Samaree cried picking his phone up and checking the screen and back to make sure nothing was cracked.

“Yeah, Maya, I thought you was Chris, I almost lost my mind.” London was still breathing heavily with her hand on her chest. She hopped down from the counter and taking a deep breath. “Lost yo mind about what?” Chris asked.

“Er –I um, nothing.” London chirped glancing between Samaree and myself. I don’t understand why London is so afraid of Chris, he’s really a softie at heart. Although he may be protective of her because that’s literally all he has left, so he has to shelter her. So since she helped me I guess I’ll help her.

“That she and Samaree are dating and she didn’t want you to find out.” I smiled at London’s frozen body before winking at her to let her know that I’ve got her back. No need to be so scared about the little things in life because then you’ll be afraid to do the big things that could change your life. “What? Shut up.” Chris chuckled going and grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. “Can I have this?” He asked making me stomp my feet.

“You don’t have to ask for something to eat or drink, Chris.” I said for the millionth time rolling my eyes, “now I’m serious, they like each other.” Chris glanced at Samaree and London squinting his eyes.

“You hurt my sister, I hurt you and no sex!” He demanded. Little did he know, “Got it?” Chris’ voice was stern and held a lot of bass like he somebodies daddy. He can be my daddy though, no questions asked.

“Yeah, man. Same for you!” Samaree said trying to sound tough, bye bitch boy. He wasn’t talking like this when Chris clocked his shit on the bus. I couldn’t help but to chuckle on the low.

“You guys wanna go to dinner and a movie with Ty and Kourtney?” I suggested glancing between them all. This was my way of asking Chris on a date without really asking him on a date. I was geeked, too geeked ever since he told me he liked me a little while ago. I don’t know how to explain it, but the butterflies in my stomach were telling me this is something I want. I haven’t had feelings for someone since Jeremiah who I was going to have to deal with sometime this week since he wanted to see Semaj, but then again I didn’t have too if I didn’t want to.

“Fasho,” Samaree smiled linking his arm around London and walking away. Chris clenched his jaw and pouted at the sight, “Aw don’t worry baby,” I cooed slipping my arms around his bare torso, “we’re cuter than them anyway.” I chuckled as he smiled down at me before placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Now go get dressed.” I said lowering my hands down to his booty and giving it a light squeeze causing him to jump and me to laugh.

“Move!” he scowled at me before smacking my ass hard and running up the stairs laughing. “Asshole!” I yelled.

*

After everyone got dressed, we all left to go to the Cheesecake Factory down on the Plaza. I let Chris drive my car and London rode with Samaree in his truck. He was nervous at first because he didn’t want to wreck it, but after convincing him that this is our first date, he finally decided to drive. He laughed at me once I said it was a date, but he accepted it.

Pulling up to the Cheesecake Factory, we parked in the parking garage where it was hard to find a spot. Getting out of the car, Chris ran over and opened my door grabbing my hand to help me out of the car. Smiling, I stepped out of the car placing my left knee high leather black platform boot on the ground first. I fixed my outfit

and ran my hair over my straightened hair. “You look good.” Chris complimented, blushing lightly and linking his fingers with mine. Walking up the platform of the parking garage, a group of ghetto ass girls walked by mugging me. I rolled my eyes and held onto Chris’ bicep with my other hand, leaving my black and gold Celine purse to swing in front of me. “They mad.” Chris chuckled once the stopped at a car and stared at us making me laugh.

“Only because I’m the luckiest girl on the planet to be with you right now.” Chris blushed again turning his head to the side so that I couldn’t see his face anymore. Chuckling, pulled him back planted a passionate kiss on his soft and juicy lips. We went inside and were seated at a table of six on the upper level of the restaurant with Samaree and London. Ty was coming with some new girl he’s been dating and I was just as lost to why he wasn’t with Kourtney anymore. They were like the perfect couple, but everybody knows what’s perfect on the outside isn’t nearly as great on the inside.

“So, who’s this new bitch that Ty’s dating?” I asked revolving my lip up in disgust. She wasn’t going to get any love from me, something just isn’t right. I don’t fuck with her, my loyalties lie with Kourtney. London was a different story though, but whatever she does or says tonight, she’s going to have to live with. Especially if it goes against Kourtney because she’s a feisty ass bitch and does no faking.

“I heard she has the fattest ass.” Samaree boosted laughing with Chris. “Yooo, he sent me her instagram, my nigga lemme show you what I mean by fat! Okay!” Samaree continued and Chris continued to entertain his foolishness.

Leaning over the table, Samaree placed his phone in front of his face. “DAMN!” Chris damn near shouted with his eyes bugged out of his head. I slapped him in the back of his head not even bothering to look at the phone. “Ow, shit!” He flinched holding the back of his head, “I –uh, not better then you though, baby.” Chris smiled wide.

“Mhm,” I hummed rolling my eyes. All my attitude went out the window when he pulled me into him and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead. “You’re beautiful.” He mumbled. Smiling, I hid my face so that he couldn’t see my cheeks heat up making him giggle quietly.

“Wassup, y’all.” We all turned to look at Ty and some tatted, ugly, cake faced, thick bitch. Ugh, stripper.

Samaree and Chris greeted him while London and I stared at him and this gorilla bitch. She probably is pretty, but the fact that I’m so used to Kourtney and I automatically dislike this bitch, I wasn’t going to let it be known verbally or mentally. They sat at the end of the table, to my right and London’s left. “This is Chyna, that’s Chris, Samaya, London, and Samaree.”

“Hey, guys.” Her voice was fake, but her teeth were on point. “Wassup,” Chris and Samaree simultaneously greeted her making me roll my eyes and sigh obnoxiously loudly.

“You not gone speak?” Samaree asked London.

“You not gone get out my damn face?” London retorted rolling her neck. I laughed out unnecessarily loudly; this was going to be a fun night for the both of us.

“Ah, shit.” Ty mumbled shaking his head and picking up the menus.

“Yeah, nigga ‘ah shit’ is right.” I sucked my teeth at him. “Where’s Kourtney?” I asked. Silence filled the table awkwardly.

The Tokyo girl smacked her teeth and chuckled bitterly, “Something you wanna say?” I asked cocking my head to the side curiously. I probably couldn’t take her, but the 7,000,000 volt charged taser would handle her nice and easy. She rolled her fake ass eyelashes to the sky and turned to her menu, sighing deeply.

“I see you still ain’t got no standards.” I turned my lip up at Ty.

“Man, Samaya” He sighed looking at me with puppy dog eyes, “You not gone even give her a chance?” he asked setting him menu down and taking a sip of his pre-ordered lemonade.

“No.”

After the awkward dinner, this Chyna girl had to ‘go to work’ talking about she got a night shift at Walmart. Girl bye, ain’t nobody stupid. The whole ride home Chris bitched about how I wasn’t being fair by not giving her a chance and blah, blah, blah.

“All I’m sayin’ is, that’s how I was when I first met you and look how we turned out.” He said glancing at me and back to the road. “You never know what somebody is really like if you don’t get to know them, ya know?” I sighed and rolled my eyes to the high Heavens. I don’t care, but he obviously doesn’t understand where I’m coming from.

“Okay, but I don’t want to like her because of Kourtney. That’s my friend and I’d be fake to support his new relationship.” I stated looking out the window at the lights in the night sky. We’re headed to the movie theater to see some scary movie that I objected to seeing.

“Well, you can’t live for Kourtney. You’d be fake to not be happy for your other friend Ty. Name a time Ty hasn’t been there for you when you needed him? You have to live for you, not for other people and what they’ll think.” He was right, I couldn’t live for Kourtney. Chyna could be the person to change my life in a positive light and I’m neglecting her. She could be one of God’s angels, who knows? “I’ll make you a deal.” He smirked.

“What?” I questioned texting London back about this bitch. She was telling me that Samaree was telling her basically the same thing Chris was informing me of.

“Spend one whole day with her –”

“Fuck nah!” I interrupted yelling at the top of my lungs and continue my texting.

“I was gonna say, you can get what you’ve been wanting from me, but since you –” My neck snapped to the left so fast it didn’t make no sense. I could possibly have whiplash, but I don’t even care.