The Promises He Made

^Chapter 13^

"Shawty I don't, mind. If you dance on the pole. That dont make you a hoe-" My phone rang indicating I had a text. It was from 😍Deandre😍 .These last couple weeks I've gotten a lot closer to Deandre. I really like him. Hakeem and I haven't really talked tho. I can't lie, I miss him. But he just gon keep playin with my mind and my emotions. And I'm too fine for that! So we just keep our distance. Don't get me wrong I won't be rude and ignore him. You know a lil "Hi" and "Bye" here and there. But that's about it. It's harder and harder every time since he's at my house almost everyday. But it's whatever.

On a good note we've had about 6 competitions since I've made the team and we won all of em! I got me a big ass line of trophies on my floor. Ima need a case soon tho. Tamia almost busted her head trippin over one the other day. So we gotta get this together. I barley been hangin with Dayvon. He gets off work too late. And I leave the house too early. Chanay is never home. Too busy with her friends and they drama. She know I'm big sis and if she needa talk to me she can. But she never around. So whatever.

Right now I'm just waiting on Deandre. The text he sent me said we needed to "talk." I hate talking. It always leaves me in pain or pissed off. So I'm kinda nervous. I was in my room on my bed texting Tamia when the doorbell rang. I set my phone down and walked to the top of the steps. Dayvon answered the door in some basketball shorts and a black t shirt. And he had a big ass bag of Doritos in his hands. Ghetto ass.

"Whatchu want?" He asks stuffing a chip in his mouth. "I'm here fo-" Deandre starts. But I cut him off. "Let him up D." I call to Dayvon from the top of the stairs.

"Why should I." He ask stuffing a handful in his mouth this time.

"Just let him in dammit!" I say in frustration. Always gotta be difficult. Can't just be okay?

"Aye! Watch that shit, mane......" He mugs. "You here for Chanelle?" He looks at Deandre. No you dumbass he here for Santa Claus, I thought to myself. Deandre nods.

"Alright fine. I'll let him in. But first.... what'chall gon be doin up there?" Dayvon asks being the nosey ass nigga he is, as he shoved another handful of chips in his mouth.

"We gon be fucking. What do you think?" I say sarcastically. He stops chewing and snaps his head in my direction.

"Chanelle that shvt aint fuvkin funny! I'll fuvk both Ya asses up. Think I'm playin." He says in all seriousness. I laugh slightly.

Dayvon just glared at me and then mugged Deandre. I sigh and walk down the steps, grab Deandres hand and pull him up to my room.

"That's your big brother?" He asks sounding kind of scared, once we were in my room. I don't blame him. Dayvon and Da'kin are both really built and intimidating.

"Haha. Yeah, sorry he's a lil over protective." I say smiling. "I see-" Deandre starts as he sat on my bed.

"Damn right!" Dayvon clarifies loudly, from the other side of my door.

"Dayvon! Go away!" I yell. I heard him suck his teeth, then his footsteps going down the stairs. Once I felt he left I gave Deandre all my attention.

"Okay, so what do we need to talk about?" I ask nervously while sitting on his lap.

"Oh yeah. Umm. Babe you know how I'm going to college soon, right?" He asks. I nod.

"Well... See I have to go on a few tours and then we're gonna be doing these training camps. You know to get used to where we gon be staying and shvt like that. You feel me? And umm ima be gone for a minute." He explains.

I nod while processing it.

"Thats it? Boy I thought it was something serious." I say while laughing a little, getting ready to stand up. But Deandre pulled me back down onto his lap.