Author's Note: Hey guys, once again-thanks for the reviews. I took a while because I was debating with myself whether to post this chapter or not because I hated it..still do, but I promise, the next chapter will be better okay, au revoir.

Three days had passed sense I had talked to Riley and those three days avoiding him felt like pure torture. It was then I realized that my decision to avoid him was a terrible mistake. Even though I felt like I was a burden to Riley, he made my days a little less dull. I felt a slight happiness when I was around him and I needed that feeling back again.

While at school, I walked the halls looking for Riley. We had 8 minutes left before students had to go to their classes and I wanted to tell Riley what a mistake I made. I decided to check by his locker, but he wasn't there. I sighed to myself in disappointment. I came up with the idea of making a small note and sliding it in his locker, that way I didn't have to actually communicate with him face to face. I dug in my bag looking for my pen to write the note. Two minutes later, I found it, but the pen was useless when I noticed someone walk towards me. It was Riley standing there with both hands in his pockets. His facial expression was far from friendly, which made realize he was still upset with me.

"Whatchu doin by my locker? –I thought you didn't wanna be around me anymore?"

"…It's not that I didn't want to be around you Riley, I just thought that I was deadweight—I'm not trying to bring drama to your life and your friends obviously think I'm strange"

"but I don't care what they think, all that matters is what I think of you"

"..you really mean that?" I asked.

"Of course I do Zoey" he said, putting his arm around my shoulder. He then gave me a mischievous grin.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked curiously

"How about we cut class and chill out for bit?" he asked with the mischievous look still on his face. I raised my eyebrow at his question.

"Um, you're joking right?"

"No, I'm serious-very serious- wait in the bathroom for me while I go get Huey's keys. I'll text you when I'm ready for you to come out"

"Riley …you can't take his car. Are you crazy?' I asked in a low tone. The last thing I wanted was someone to hear us.

"No, I just want us to get away and chill, spend some time together—look I know what I'm doin alright? Just go in the bathroom; I'll text you when I get the keys.

"Alright..fine" I said making my way to the girls restroom. I know what I planned to do was stupid, but I hardly ever took any risks. I might as well give it shot and see how it goes.

Riley Freeman- Pov

"Aye Huey!.." I yelled from across the hall while making my way over to him. I spotted him just in time as he was about to make his way to his 2nd period class.

"Shouldn't you be in 2nd period?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I forgot my book in your car. Can I see the keys right quick, I'll give em back at lunch"

He reached in his pocket and handed me the keys "DO NOT lose my keys Riley"

"Man quit trippin, Ima give em back, damn"

After I got the keys, I made my way towards the back exit of the school and texted Zoey where to meet me outside. Five minutes later, she made her way out of the door. I could see the nervousness all over face. I grabbed her hand leading her to Huey's car in the parking lot. As we got inside the car, she gave me a look.. a look as if she was about to back out on me.

"Don't even think about it Zoey..we already in the car-there's no turning back" I said, putting the key in the ignition.

"but Riley, this is so wrong-what if we get caught..what if the police pulls us over or something?"

"Damn- I swear you sound just like Jazmine when me, granddad, and Huey snuck into the movies years ago—just chill alright; I got this"

I put the car in drive and made my way out of the parking lot. I didn't plan on going too far, just far enough where we wouldn't be noticed. That's why I decided to stop by my nigga Clyde, who got suspended the other day for getting into it with a teacher. Chillin by his house would be perfect because his mom was at work and I didn't have to worry about me and Zoey being seen-it was the perfect plan.

" see? I told you we would get here with no problems" I said to Zoey as I parked the car in the drive way. I got out of the car, making my way towards the door. After waiting a few minutes, Clyde finally came, giving us a greeting.

"Wassup Nigga?—I see brought some company" Clyde said, referring to Zoey. She gave him a quick wave.

"Oh shit, you took Huey's car?" He asked surprised.

I laughed and nodded my head—"More like borrowed it.."

"Does he know?"

"Nah, I'll bring it back before he notices."

"Man you better or that nigga Huey gon' Karate chop yo ass"

"Man, I ain't scared of him" I said walking inside of the house. Zoey followed behind me as we walked in the living room, taking a seat on the couch.

"aye Riley, I gotta show you something" Clyde said, pointing to the left which lead to the hallway, bringing us to his room.

I got off the couch and followed him to his room, he closed the door and went towards his dresser, pulling out a small size bag of weed.

"Damn, you got that white widow? Who you get that shit from?" I asked. It had been a while since I had smoked some good weed.

"From my cousin, he know this nigga that be selling on campus around his college—you wanna hit this shit before y'all leave? I already got a few blunts rolled up—we could go out in the backyard and smoke this shit"

"Fuckin right nigga..give me some of that shit"

He pulled out two blunts and looked towards me "Does Zoey smoke weed?"

I thought about it for a few seconds and then answered " …I don't think so, she too much of a good girl"

" really?- seem like she would be into it."

"What makes you say that?" I asked curiously.

"It's just the way she dresses-The black clothes ,the black lipstick, them big ass platform boots she be wearing-all that makes me think she do some freaky shit behind closed doors- like some dominatrix shit nahmean?- no disrespect though."

"I seriously doubt Zoey's like that- she barely knows how to kiss"

" but what she like in bed though?"

"….I don't know- we never did anything. I'm pretty sure she's a virgin anyway; she's real uptight about kissing and shit"

"Well she obviously feelin you, I mean she cut class with you and everything..You better get some of that dark gothic virgin pussy while you can nigga"

I laughed at his response. "Nigga, you crazy. I really like Zoey and honestly right now, all I really care about is getting to know her more"

"You didn't say that when you was braggin about fucking Cindy though huh?"

"Man, that's different..Me and Cindy been coo since the 3rd grade. I feel like Cindy's more of a homey than a girlfriend, but with Zoey it's like.. I don't know-there's just something about her that makes we want to know more and more. She's like a puzzle ..and I'm trying to put the pieces together."

Clyde stared at me for a few seconds and then burst into laughter. "Ahahaa..Nigga what the fuck? Who are you Nigga? You getting all soft on me and shit"

I took the blunt out of his hand as he continued to laugh "Whatever, Nigga" I said while walking out the room.

Zoey Anderson-POV

I sat in the living room by myself, waiting for Riley to come back. Sitting there made me think about how crazy I was to go through with this. My thoughts were quickly interrupted when I saw Riley leave out of the room a few minutes later. *I thought he would never leave that room—I wonder what they were talking about*- I later on noticed he had something in his hand.

"I hope that's not what I think it is" I said in a serious tone.

"Weed? If that's what you think it is, then you're right" Riley said, taking a seat next to me.

"Well, I'm leaving..I don't want to be around this" I said getting off the couch. I headed for the door, but Riley grabbed my arm.

"Let me go. I didn't want to do this cutting class thing in the first place"

"Zoey, why you trippin?- It's just weed..and it's not like I do it everyday"

"Yeah, that's because your Granddad would probably beat the shit out of you if he found out."

He laughed as if I was joking, but it was far from funny. I was serious and I was ready to make an exit for that door if he didn't put that blunt down. I saw his friend Clyde watching us, trying to see what was going on.

"Seriously Riley, If you smoke that stuff, I'm leaving.."

He let my arm go and walked over to Clyde, giving him the blunt. Clyde made a slight laugh. "I see who wears the pants in this relationship" he said while taking the blunt back from Riley.

"I think I'll just leave… Huey probably looking for me anyway and this cutting school shit aint working out as planned- I'll see you at school tomorrow" Riley said, giving Clyde dap.

Riley made his way to the door and left out. I followed along of course and was smiling on the inside, relieved to be leaving and going back to school where we belonged. The drive back was quiet. I had a feeling Riley was upset because he didn't say a word to me in the car.

We walked towards the backdoor exit to get inside the school, but the doors were locked, which meant we had to stay outside until lunch time. Luckily nobody spotted us. While we were outside Riley asked me if I wanted to go to his house after school and of course I agreed. My mother was still working the late shift and I didn't have shit else to do anyway.

(Chillin' With The Freemans')

"Watch that bitch gon' die" Riley said loudly. We sat on the couch watching a horror movie with Huey and their Grandfather. His grandfather responded back "White bitches always doing stupid shit! They must wanna get their asses killed!"

I made a light laugh. Riley and His grandfather were hilarious when they were watching movies. Huey on the other hand, was giving them looks as if he were annoyed by their loudness.

Later on around 7:15, Riley's Granddad went upstairs to relax, so Riley, Huey and I decided to play Dirt 2 (racing game) on the PS3. Riley lied down on the floor with me as I played the game; Huey sat on the couch with his wireless controller. It was me against Huey and surprisingly, I was in the lead.- " oh shit, she bout to beat yo ass Huey" Riley said, while eating a bag of chips. "This nigga bout to get WHOOPED by a girl" Riley said, continuing on.

"Just like the prostitute whooped your ass on the Playstation at 8 years old ? You know, the one that had you crying like a bitch?" Huey asked.

"Aye till this fucking day, I keep my word nigga and that Ho was cheating fo'real."

"Why was a prostitute in your home?" I asked Riley, while keeping my eyes focused on the game.

"Granddad was just desperate for pussy..that's all"

I continued on with the race and noticed Huey was catching up to me. Listening to Riley must have threw me off track. I clicked on my controller button harder, trying to speed up.

"Come on Zoey, you got this!" Riley said, egging me on. I admit that his encouragement did help me get to the finish line.

"Yea yea. That's what I'm talking bout baby" Riley, said, giving me slap on my butt. I turned around and gave him a surprised look. "..oh my bad, I just..got a litte carried away" he said nervously. I smiled at him and laughed. "It's okay.."

"Okay coo, you ready for Young Reezy to murder that ass…on the game?

I laughed again "Yeah whatever.."

Around 8:50, Huey and Riley brought me to my house. Riley had walked me to my door while Huey waited in the car.

"Tonight was fun" I said with a smile on my face. I got my key from my bag and noticed Riley looking at me quietly with his hands in his pockets. "Why are looking at me like that?" I asked

"…I was just thinking that I'm kind of tired of this sneaking around thing. Your mom has no clue that I even exist. I just wanna meet your people—you met mine, so I should meet yours right?"

I stood quiet for a minute, unsure of his question.

"—don't you want your family to know about me Zoey?" he asked

I nodded my head. "Of course- I just don't know the right time to tell her about you."

"Just do it tonight" he said , giving me a kiss afterwards. I walked inside the house and thought about how I was going to tell my mom about Riley. I mean, he wasn't my boyfriend or anything, but he's still not the type of boy my mother would want me around. Actually she despised the type of guys like Riley who wore the big hoodies and jeans, talking with ebonics, and guys who had more than 2 inches of hair on their heads were unkempt to her. She was generally a woman who was very hard to please.

I had no Idea how I was going to convince her to like him.

Author: yeah..that's pretty much it. Thank you and please leave reviews. They give me motivation and I promise the next chapter won't suck like this one!

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