In Love With A Church Boy

Chapter 6

Okay guys.. I'm so sorry.. Loads of assignments to do but I'm gonna update for you guys😘
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Mike's POV

"Who was that?" Charlie asked folding his clothes into his cupboard.

"Raheem." I said as Charlie quickly looked at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

"Raheem called you? What for? How'd he get your number?" He asked within a second.

"Chill, man." I chuckled. "Yeah, he did. Just to say hi and from his sister." I said smiling.

"Why're you smiling? Do you like Raheem?" Charlie asked as I frowned at him.

"No, I don't. I just think its nice he called." I said shrugging.

"You're something else." Charlie said shaking his head.

"What does that mean?" I asked confused.

Charlie shook his head and walked out of the room that we shared with 4 other guys. I followed him.

"Charlie!" I called as he turned. "What are you talking about?"

"How can you be friends with that street rascal?" He asked angrily. "He's gonna be a bad influence on you."

"That's not true. Why are you worrying over nothing?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"This, Mike, is not nothing." He said as I started getting angry.

"Charlie, you can't tell me who to befriend and who not to. I'm not an idiot that would be easily influenced. I am st--"

"You're a mummy's boy, you don't know life." He blurted out, cutting me short as I just looked at him.

Did he just call me a mummy's boy?

"Mike, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." He said as he held my hand and I gently removed my hand and went back to the cabin.

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I lay down on the bed meant for me. It was a double decker bed and I chose up while Charlie got down. It was 7:45pm now and I was still ignoring Charlie. I mean, he was my best friend, how could he say that to me because Raheem was now my friend.

Well, yeah, Raheem looked bad. Not like I've seen anything bad he had done. And that didn't mean he was going to influence me negatively. Nothing could take my Love for God and the church away. I would rather die. Church was everything to me. Whenever I was happy or sad I was always in the church. It was my home and the members were my family.

I sighed as I plugged my earphone to my ear and played Celine Dion's songs. I opened the chocolate cookies that was beside me on the bed and started eating it. I closed my eyes and savoured the sweetness.

Charlie's POV

Okay. I know I went far by calling him a mummy's boy but I was just looking out for him. He has been my friend since we were in Kindergarten and I would hurt anyone who lay as much as a finger on him. And I didn't trust that Raheem dude. Even though his sister, Lila, was a member of our church, he was bad news. And I have a feeling he just wants to lead Mike on to hurt him later.

I mean, Raheem was a street rat. Everything about his appearance said 'bad news'. From his jet black hair, to his lip and ear piercings, to his numerous tattoos, to his clothes, his ascent and just everything about him was bad.

I sighed, as I walked back into the room we shared. I found Mike on his bed, asleep. I did what I always did whenever he was mad at me and wouldn't talk to me. I got into his bed with him, cuddled into his side and slept off too.

Raheem's POV

I was strolling down my neighbourhood with my skateboard when I saw a familiar tall, basketballer with blonde hair, and several tattoos. Much more than mine. He was the white version of Trey Songz. And he was my boyfriend, Carl. He had his hand around some niggas waist in the basketball cort.

I went over to the Cort and when he saw me, he removed his hand and stood awkwardly.

"Uh, h-hey babe." Carl said as I looked from him to the other dude. The dude was black with a low afro. And he looked really innocent. I see how this is gonna be.

"Who the hell this nigga, Carl?" I asked angrily.

"Baby, this is Duke. We play b-ball together." He said smiling.

"Hi." Duke said stretching forth his hand to shake me.

This nigga crazy.

"Get your fucking hand away before I break your pretty face!" I growled at him. I tuned to Carl. "When did you get back? I thought you were still in Chicago?"

"Last night. I was gonna call bu--"

"Fuck you!" I said as I hopped on my skateboard and rode away, ignoring Carl's calls.

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I sat in the waiting room of the police station, as I saw the familiar braided long black hair of my dad. His beards was full and he looked so muscular, I guess he gyms here too. My dad was always a strong man until shit happened.

"You've got 5mins." The policeman said.

"Hey, son." My dad said sitting down in front of me.

"Hey, dad." I said." How's it going? You good?"

"As you can see." He said smiling sadly.

"You gotta come out, dad." I said.

"How's your mama and my baby girl?"

"Lila's good but mum's just a bitch." I said truthfully.

"Don't speak about your mum like that, I taught you better." He said as I put my head down.

"Sorry." I said. "I need you, Lila need you."

He sighed,"Look, son. Everything's gonna be alright. I taught you how to be a man. There's nothing you can't handle. Don't get into any form of trouble, I don't want you ending up here too."

"But you did nothing wrong. You don't deserve to be here with these criminals. I believe you, pop." I said raising my voice gradually.

"Your time's up." The policeman said.

"Fuck off, man." I said angrily.

"Son, son, its okay. You'll be fine." He said as I relaxed. "Tell your mum and sis I love them. I love you all. Be strong like I know you are. You're in charge." He said as I nodded.

"Take care, pop." I said as he patted my shoulder and went with the policeman.

I stood up and trekked back home. Thinking about all my pop and I talked about. Something stuck in my head....

You're in charge.

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There you go guys. I know its been like 3 weeks since I last updated. School's really stressing me out. I promise to try and update often. This chapter is pretty boring, I promise the next would be better.