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Few days later...
It's been a few days since the fight, honestly, I wasn't mad I stood my ground. He stepped up to me first. Right now I'm in my art studio it calms me down. That night of the fight after I walked Amora to her dorm I came straight here. It's my peace. My happy place. But I also haven't heard from Amora since that night. My messages don't even go through. I tried calling and it goes straight to voice mail. Everytme I go to her dorm she is not there but her nigga is. Was I in the wrong for fighting him and beating his ass?
I clean up after myself, and I put everything up. On the way to my dorm, I saw Amora she was on the phone. She looked beautiful, in comfortable clothes too we all know she doesn't go all out in her outfits unless she has to. This time she didn't have her curls out, she had her hair up in a bun.
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I ran to catch up to her and when I did she was just now hanging up the phone. We locked eyes with each other.
"Why are you not answering my phone calls or messages? Did I do something wrong?"
"Alex we can't be bestfriends anymore, Jeremiah doesn't like it." I looked at her confused.
"What you mean we can't be fucking friends? I know he was here first and that's yo nigga but you deadass right now? This about the fight or something?" I was so confused I thought we were cool I guess I was wrong.
"I'm sorry Alex I really am." She said that and walked off leaving me to my thoughts. A part of me just wants to be mad but I'll just respect her relationship and keep it pushing. I start walking to the gym instead of going to my dorm.
I put my backpack in my locker, I went to the court, and did drills. I had a lot on my mind. For Thanksgiving, I have to go back home and I don't want to go because I don't want to deal with my father. Me and Amora were planning on driving together but looks like that's not happening thanks to fucking Jeremiah. I hear the door open but I continued doing drills. Then I heard my coach.
"Jones, my office." He says. I put the ball up and I go to his office. I walked in and sat down. He started talking.
"How you like the basketball experience at UNT?"
"It's good coach, I have fun. I'm cool with all my teammates, we like family. Am I in trouble or anything?" I asked because I'm confused on why he called me in here.
"No, but the team has decided to make you team captain, congrats."
"Wow, thanks coach this season has been awesome so far."
"Keep up the good work Jones and we have a new player added to the team so during practice show him the ropes, it's some kid name Jeremiah make him feel at home." I know you fucking lying.
"I got you coach." We ended the conversation there. I went to the locker room and took a shower. I walked to my dorm. I was still upset about the Amora situation. As I walked in I saw Kevin at his desk doing homework. We both said wassup to each other and I started doing my homework as well.
After I finished homework I decided to take a nap to take some things off my mind. I woke up to my phone ringing. I didn't even look to see who it is I just answered.
"Hello."
"Alex can we talk?" I opened my eyes and checked my phone it was Amora.
"I thought we couldn't be bestfriends."
"I should explain everything to you."
"Where are we meeting?"
"Library." After that she hung up. I dragged myself out of bed. I put my shoes on and left out my dorm.
Now I'm curious, and more fucking confused. She ups and technically blocks me out then when I confront her it's a "we can't be bestfriends anymore" and this is because of the boyfriend. Who somehow is now on the basketball team with me. What the fuck is going on?
I get to the library and I walk in, I look around seeing her. She was sitting at one of the tables. I sat down next to her.
"So wassup." I said to her.
"Hi, I wanna apologize for just dropping you like that. That wasn't fair to you." I just sat there listening. She continued.
"Jeremiah isn't very understanding obviously, because our friendship bothers him. And the fight just added to it. I should've stopped you both but I felt like he deserved it."
"So you dropping me? What happens when he goes back to Tennessee?"
"He's not going back Alex, he's staying here. He going to school here. He is also on the basketball team here now."
"Okay, well I'm going to respect your relationship. I'm not going to push any buttons. I hope you have a good relationship. I hope he is treating you well also. I wished it wasn't liked this. We made plans for Thanksgiving break and Christmas break. We paint together. We go look at stars together and that has to stop? That sucks Amora. In so many ways this sucks. I didn't and I don't want to lose my bestfriend. But like I said I'll respect your relationship. If you ever need me you just call me and I'll be there." We locked eyes together and I saw sadness in her eyes and she probably saw in my eyes too. But I feel like this is way deeper than she's leading on. I hope she's okay and will be okay
We finished our conversation, I decided to walk her back to her dorm. It was comfortable silence, but we were both hurt. I enjoyed talking to her. I was comfortable with her. Walking her to class and to her dorm. Seeing her smile. She always brightens up my day so my question is why Jeremiah so bothered by us being bestfriends? She took off her jacket when we got to her dorm. I noticed a bruise on her arm. A couple actually.
"Amora why do you have bruises on your arm?" I asked.
