The Girl Next Door

~24~

Just a boring chapter. Had nothing better in mind.

"And babe, I'm fist fighting with fire, just to get close to you..."

Robyn Fenty

"Rob..." A voice says, pulling me out of my sleep.

"Hmm?" I hum, not moving my face from the pillow.

"Robyn. Wake up, please." The voice says again.

I flip over on my back and slowly open my eyes to see a half-naked Onika in only a white T-shirt and Calvin Klein panties.

"Wha'?" I ask.

"Someone's banging on the door," Onika whispers, a worried expression on her face.

Sure enough, I can hear hard knocks sounding through the house.

"Who da fuck, mahn?" I mutter, rolling over and looking at my alarm clock.

1:21 a.m.

The banging sounds again, making me jump. I push the covers off of me and swing my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet searching for my slides.

*boom, boom, boom, boom, boom*

I groan, forgetting the slides and stomp out of the room, my feet slapping the cold, wooden floor. Whoever woke me the fuck up better have a good ass reason or we about to be boxing.

*boom, boom-

"Wha' ya wan', huh?" I yell, swinging open the door.

"Who da fuck ya yellin' at, muhfucka?!" A voice screams right back.

I take a step back, surprised at the balls this person has. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and see who the person is.

"Mel, wha' ya doin' here?!" I ask, pulling her inside the house and shutting the door behind me.

"What's this I hear about you getting jumped at the school? What's going on?" Mel asks, walking into my kitchen.

"Wha' ya mean? Ain't nobody jump meh," I state, following her into my kitchen while running a hand through my bed hair.

"I heard... That you and ya friend got jumped by some people and I asked... What's going on?" Mel repeats very slowly, opening my fridge and rummaging through it.

"Ain't nobody jump meh. Not'in goin' on. Jus' some rumors," I lie, sitting in a chair at the kitchen table and twisting it so I can face her.

"Mhm, so how ya get ya black eye?" Mel asks, taking my peanut butter and jelly out of my fridge.

Shit.

"Onika was playing too much," I lie again, hoping she would fall for it.

"Onik-"

"Rob? Who is it?" Onika asks, cautiously walking into the kitchen.

She stops when she sees Mel, who gives her a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, this is th-" The one you was talking about?

"Yep." I say, nodding.

"So yall-" Forreal fucking?

"Yep," I repeat, popping the P.

"Damn, Robbie. I see what you be gettin' into," Mel says, resuming on making her sandwich.

I chuckle, motioning Onika over to me. Onika slowly walks over to me, her head hanging. She's scared to come close to me. I don't want her to be scared of me.