The Promises He Made

^Chapter 21^

Hakeem's p.o.v

Damn. Time goes by quick. Me and Chanelle been datin about 3 months now. And I swear each day I fall harder for this girl. I was right. She the type to hold a nigga down. I wouldn't say I'm whipped. Cuz I'm not. Well, that's my opinion. Ever since I been with her I aint even thought about another female. That's a first Cuz I'm always thinking bout some hoe. But not any more. The only female I think about is Chanelle. We spend almost everyday together, anyway. And we not in no controlling relationship. It's like we're best friends with some benefits. 16 more days for this 90 day rule shvt. Judge and laugh all you want. I'm holdin her to her word. 90 days. And we close too because Tamia turned 17 a coupled days before empire really aired. And Chanelle a few weeks after. She'ont know I know she makin me wait 90 days but she gone learn today-

"Hakeem, pay attention!" Chanelle smack me in my face with a pillow. We're watching Empire. Her legs are stretched across my lap and she's laying on her stomach.

"You pay attention! Shvt." I smack her ass making her pop up.

"Ow!....You know just cuz you in the damn show don't mean you can't pretend to be interested in it."

"I am interested in it. Shvt. This sexy ass nigga in it." I say swiping my chin cockily as I came on the screen with my co-star Trai.

"Yeah, I guess Trai is pretty handsome." She says pressing play. I smack my lips and smacked her ass again. She just giggled.

"Ssss *makes hissing noise* ow Hakeem you really hurt me!!!!! Shvt." She whines.

"You want me to kiss it better." I joke she turns her attention back to the tv and flicks me off. Well I offered.

I roamed through my Instagram while Chanelle watched the season finale intensely. I put my phone down and started to watch the show for a minute. Then I started to drift off into a deep sleep when I heard Chanelle gasp then I felt a sharp sting go through my cheek. She slap the Shvt out of me.

"Shvt! Why the fuvk you hit me?!" I hold the side of my face.

"You had the fuvkin nerve to put yo lips on me after you don fuvked around kissed boo-bookitty?! And had a damn sex scene with her?!?!?!" She yelled smacking me repeatedly with the pillow.

She be fuvkin my ass up for this show. Really. She don just straight out punched me in the throat for being in the tub with Naomi. Everytime I've kissed somebody on here she slap the Shvt out uh me. She take this shvt seriously. She crazy!!!

"You heard what I said in the beginning of the episode." I say holding her arms down.

"What'd you say?" She snatched out of my grip and holds the pillow in the air pausing, for a sec.

"He said he was gonna leave witcha Bitvh. There they go!" I point to the tv. I didn't want to say that sentence in the first perspective. She already slap my ass. Next time her crazy ass might use her fists.

She glares at me.

"I wish Taraji woulda really fuvked you up with that broom." She plopped back down.

I suck my teeth at her.

"You got a good ass laugh out that shvt, huh?" I mug her.

"Hell yeah." She said giggling a little. My phone began to ring and I took it out my pocket. I was shocked as I read the screen.

"I'll be right back, babe." I said still looking the caller ID.

"Where you goin?" She looks back at me.

"Phone call." I call back to her as I run up to my room.

"Yeah, Waddup?" I ask quietly.

It was my boy Banks, who I get my usual... Supplies from. He goes by banks since all he do is get money out the bank. That's what everyone around the block call him. He doesn't call unless there's a problem with my product. And usually I gotta go meet him somewhere far, because there's too many people listening in on our phone calls. It's too risky.