Note: Riley and Blaire are in the Cover Image. Sorry that she looks like a hoe. (She looks the same just doesn't wear those types of clothing.)

I do not own the image anyways.


Chapter One

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"Yo Blaire! H-Hold up, damn." I shout out to her and run over. "Why you gotta run from a nigga?" I push her lightly and she smiles.

"Cause, I aint waiting around for your ass after school." She keeps walking.

"Can't you just help a nigga out and come with me to the party tomorrow night?" I beg.

"No Reezy. I'm not goin'. I have shit to do." She starts walking faster.

"Stop runnin' from me! I'mma pick you up, aight?" I grin cheekily.

"I won't be home." Blaire turns and looks at me.

"Don't lie to a nigga." I push her again, except a little harder. She smiles again.

"Whatever then." She mumbles.

"Aight, see yall ass tomorrow." I chuckle and watch her walk away. She looks cute, she wearing a green sweater and black skinnies. She stole my black wife beater too. It's like a dress on her.

"Riley!" Huey beeps his car. I stumble over, still lost thinking about Blaire.

"Alright, nigga. I'm here." I get in the car.

"Who was that?" Huey asks as reverses out.

"My girl." I grin.

"Bullshit. She was running from your ass." He drives.

"Nah, she wasn't. She in love with me." I look out the window. The rest of the car ride was silent, not the gay ass awkward silent. The comfortable one.

Later that night, I walked down the stairs quietly, I didn't wan' get caught.

"Riley! Where you goin'?" Grandad called out. I grumbled and walked to the door.

"I'm goin' out.. Shoppin'.." I yelled back.

"Get me my orange juice, boy!"

"Yeah.. Aight." I closed the door. I walked down the street quickly, heading towards the group of boys waiting for me.

"Yo. I got cha paper." I called out quietly. The boys turned around a smiled.

"Aight, how much did you sell?" One of them asks. I look around before giving them the money.

"All of it yo. $300. Check it homie." I smiled smug. They counted the notes and nodded.

"Coo'. Maybe yo ass will be good in Saints." One guy spoke up. "Later, lil nigga."

I turned around and walked back the way I came. I was nearly home when I saw Blaire's house; her bedroom light was on and I could see her shadow re-doing her cornrows.

"Psh, yo! Blaire!" I called out quietly. Her shadow looked around then she pulled back the curtains.

"What is your dumbass doing? Go home." She smiled. I shook my head, then I felt water on my face. It's starting to rain. Shit.

"I aint going anywhere, I wan' talk." I put my hands in my pockets.

"It's starting to rain, Riley. Go home." The rain got heavier and heavier. By now, I was probably drenched.

"Can I come in?" I asked, looking up at her beautiful face.

She turned and looked around, then nodded.

"Stay there." She whispered. After a few minutes, her front door opened and she signalled for me to come in.

"Be quiet." Her hot breath tickled my face, it smelt like mint. I followed her up to her bedroom. I was cold and soaking wet. I was standing in her bedroom looking around when she came in with a towel.

"Take off your jacket." She mumbled. I sat down on her bed and took it off. She gave me my towel, and I dried my face and arms.

"I'm tired, let's sleep yall." I yawned and laid down from where I was sitting.

"No, my mother will kill you if she see's you here." She smiled and sat with her legs crossed next to me.

We talked for a little longer, I forgot what we talked about though. I was tired.

"The rain has stopped. Go home now." She giggled. "Why you gotta do that to a nigga?" I smiled and stood up; grabbing my jacket.

"Because, I'm tired." Blaire batted her eyes at me. She led me down the stairs to the front door and watched me from the doorway as I walked down her driveway.

"Oh, Riley?" She called out and walked over to me. I turned around and looked at her.

"Yeah, baby?" I chuckled and she blushed and slapped my arm softly.

"Thanks for coming to visit me." She whispered before kissing the tip of my nose. Then she walked back into her house and shut the door.

I closed the front door door behind me and turned around to see an angry Robert standing there.

"Dang it, boy! Where you been N where's my juice?!" Grandad growls.

"Store was shut." I said.

"Go to bed! Read or something." He grunted as he walked away.

I stumbled up to my bedroom and kicked off my shoes, then I fell on my bed and closed my eyes; thinking about the kiss.

"I know where you went." Huey mumbles.

"Shut up, nigga!" I faced the other way.