Alright. First of all, I would like to say this is a SHORT story that I'm currently still working on. I'm working on chapter 3 at the moment. Warning: This is only ten chapters long! I was going to wait to post it but I decided to just see how you are responding. So that I won't waste my time. Now, I have no idea if someone else has a story like this but I just want to touch on a few subjects here and there. I wanted to portray My characters in another light. I just want to go in a different direction this time other than my other stories. People loved one of my stories I finished last year. It was so gotdamn clichè and highly overrated but I can say that now. I didn't understand WTF they saw in that story. So I'm trying to stay away from the clichès this time around. This is my last story ever. I'm done with writing after this. [Stories that is]. So I need COMMENTS. Whether you believe it or not, they really help! A simple "Run it," "Ooh I love this :) run it", "Wow she crazy. Run it" and etc. Just will not do. Oh and sorry about the long ass author's note lol but I just had to explain to you why this time I'm trying to go out with a bang lol
"Chauncey! We going to the mall. If you wanna go, you better hurry up and put your clothes on!" She yelled.
"I'm not going. I have studying to do," I lied, while looking out my door, hoping she would leave.
"Studying? It's the weekend. You need to put them damn books down and come on and have a little fun. Live for once!" She shouted to me.
I sighed, "There's a test coming up. I'll be out later."
"Yeah, alright whatever. Tell your sister when she comes in, that we gone. Dumb ass heifer been stealing from me again. I'mma knock her ass out," She shook her head, mumbling and walking out of the house.
I sighed a sigh of relief. Yes you heard right. That was my mother. She never saw or realized that I was the awkward one of the family. All of my siblings were gorgeous and I was the ugly duckling. Before I get all into my life story, I should introduce myself. I am Chauncey and I am thirteen-years-old. My family is not poor or rich; we're middle-class. I secretly wished we were rich. Then I wouldn't have to share a room with my oldest sister, Charity. What annoyed me is how my youngest sister, Channing got her own room. And as you can clearly see, my mother love names that begin with the prefix 'Cha-' for some reason. Anyway, out of all of my siblings, I received the least attention. Channing was all about trying to be perceived as mommy's princess when she was the worst child of the bunch. Only 8-years-old and was absolutely horrible but my mother didn't see it. But this was my life.
"Concentrate on the important things Chauncey. You'll be a beautiful swan one day," I said aloud, lost in my thoughts.
I sighed. Who am I kidding? I'll never be better than my sisters. I started writing in my notebook and sketching my name. All I ever want is for people to recognize me as more than the oddball. I continued writing 'til I heard loud footsteps and talking on the phone. It was then when I realized it was Charity coming through the door. She plopped down on her bed and then rolled her eyes at me, "Derek I'mma call you back."
She hung up and then took the phone off her ear. She then shot me a glare, "What the f*ck are you doing home? Why you ain't gone with mama or playing dollies with one of your weird ass friends?"
I continued sketching in my notebook, "They're gone shopping and I didn't want to go. Mom would've picked out things I didn't like."
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah but you f*cking up my spring break. Derek was supposed to come over."
I knew exactly what that meant. Her and her boyfriend Derek, who was 21, while she was only 16 was going to have sex with her like they always do. Mama really didn't say anything about the relationship. I wondered how sex would feel. Sometimes I even questioned how being raped would feel. I know it's weird to think like that but when you're bored and all alone in a world filled with people who don't like you for being you, then you start to dream and become disconnected from the real world.
"Why don't you go over his house and have sex like you normally do?" I asked, while looking through the notebook.
She walked over to me and pushed my head, "Shut up... And for your information, his mama at home and she banned me away from there after she caught us last time. I can't wait 'til this weekend though..." She continued with a venomous smirk, "We're gonna f*ck all in that b*tch bed."
"Wow, but wouldn't you get in more trouble? And mom says she knows that you been stealing from her again."
"You know you really think about the wrong things. And I don't care about that b*tch knowing. Yup, I stole money so I can buy me a new outfit. Can't wait to wear to this college party Derek invited me to!" She got up and danced.
"I hope the party is worth it. I guess," I shrugged.
"You are almost working my nerves. Go outside and play. I'll let you in whenever I feel like it," She got up and pushed me out of the room.
I didn't make a sound as I jotted downstairs. I made my way out the door and felt the breeze. Hopefully, my allergies wouldn't be a problem today. I walked outside and wasn't sure what I'd do. I started thinking on the porch.
"What am I gonna do?"
I shook my head and couldn't figure out what I wanted to do. I decided to walk a few houses down to my friend, Kayla's house. I knocked on her door and she came out.
"I was waiting for you to show up. Your mama gone again huh?" She questioned, with her hands on her hips.
"Yes, Kayla. Charity's at home now. Her and Derek supposed to be doing it later I guess. So, she kicked me out of the house. So, I guess we can play curb ball down my house," I retorted.
Kayla nodded her head and went back inside her house. She then came outside with her basketball. We started walking to my house and I could just taste the pollen on the flowers. I knew my allergies were going to act up in only a few seconds.
"AUUUUUGH!" I sneezed loudly.
Kayla shook her head and blessed me, "Bless you. You and that sneeze."
Kay has been making fun of my sneezing for a long time. It's just something I couldn't control. I really hated having allergies. A few more steps, and we were right at my house. I positioned myself onto the sidewalk as Kay got on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. She threw the ball forcefully against the curb, making it bounce so hard, that it almost knocked my face off.
"My bad! You'll be alright," She apologized and then reassured me.
I threw the ball this time hard against the concrete. I didn't even try to, but somehow it floated off the pavement and bounced off a garbage can and into someone's backyard. Kayla eyes cut towards me, "Damn Chauncey! Did you have to throw the damn ball that hard?"
I shrugged, "I didn't try to. Sorry."
"I'm sorry too. That you're such a dumb b*tch that can't throw. Hurry up and go get the ball before they notice it's back there," She sneered.
I nodded my head quickly and ran across the street and headed to their fence. Hopefully, there are no dogs back here. As I'm approaching the backyard, my heart beats loudly as someone yells, "DUMB ASS F*CKING KIDS! I'MMA BEAT ONE OF Y'ALL ASS!"
I figured I didn't even care about the ball at that point. I was just about to walk away until he walked out of the gate with the ball. His expression changed from angry and softened quick as he eyed me down.
"I-I'm sorry... Me and my friend were playing curb ball and it hopped onto your lawn... I-I didn't try to," I explained.
I suddenly got the jitters as he stared at me intensely. His face was blank for a couple of minutes which made me swallow hard. He finally spoke, "So, this is your ball?"
"W-well, n-no. It's my f-friend's," I stuttered, while pointing at Kay.
Kay rolled her eyes at me, like she wanted to curse me out. I shrugged at her. It wasn't my fault. My legs went as fast they could. Apparently they weren't fast enough because I ran into him.
"I thought it was the bad ass kids down the street. They like to play a lot around my house.... But now that I know it's you... It changes everything," He stated with a bright smile.
His teeth may have been crooked but they were the whitest teeth I have ever seen. I could literally stare into his mouth all day. I got mesmerized.
"Sorry sir. It won't happen again," I apologized, while reaching for the ball.
He took the ball back quickly and placed it above my reach and asked, "What's your name?"
"Hey Chauncey. I'm Dustin. I'm pretty new around this neighborhood. I just moved in a week ago. I never saw you out before," He announced, gazing into my eyes.
I swallowed my spit. He was making me so nervous. I didn't know what to do or think. He was just so beautiful. I know this sounds crazy, but I think I'm in love already. Of course I know it will never happen. He is much older and it's just a fantasy. It don't hurt to dream.
"Oh, I never knew that. I was so busy in my books. And my sister finally was able to get me away from them since it's Spring Break."
He nodded his head in approval and looked at Kay, "Your friend looks very mean."
I signaled her to come over and she did. She stared at Dustin and soon snatched the ball, "Thank you. We won't bother you again." That caused my eyes to grow big. Dustin laughed loudly.
"Wow, you're a feisty little one I see but I was just talking to your friend. How old are you girls?"
"Does it matter? My mama already got a man so no we won't hook you up. Let's go C," She sassed, while snatching my arm.
I snatched it back a little. She glared at me. I never snatched away from her. Ever. I did let her walk over me at times but she was the only friend I had. Other kids teased me at school. So, what was I to do? Be lonely all my life? And sometimes she was the only one who saved me from home when I got picked on by my own family at times.
"We're 13," I informed, glaring at Kayla back.
She folded her arms and rolled her neck as she looked at me. I tried not to let her see me sweat or know that I was intimidated by her so I looked in Dustin's direction. He grinned, "Just my type.... I remember that age. Those were rough times."
"Uh huh," Kayla rolled her eyes, uninterested.
I didn't see why she always had to have an attitude for no reason. So I ignored her and replied, "Yes... How old are you?"
"21. I've finally found my dreamhouse. And it's perfect for my photography. I am a photographer and I shoot a lot of things. I love my backyard. It's so much life that will just definitely emphasize the beauty of nature on film," He uttered with excitement.
"Can I see the inside of your house? If you don't mind?" I inquired, causing Kayla to roll her eyes at me.
"Why, certainly! Come this way. Kayla you're welcome to come as well," He cheesed.
Kayla snatched me and pulled me to the side, "You don't know this nigga like that and you talking about going inside his house?"
"He's seems very nice. And he could've really let us have it when we knocked his stuff down, but he didn't," I protested, straightening my shirt that she had just wrinkled.
"You're such a dumb b****. Go inside and get raped. But don't yell for me," She pushed me to his door.
In the back of my mind... The question reappeared. How does it feel to be raped? Maybe I'd find out today or maybe I wouldn't. I know for a fact that I wouldn't. I followed Dustin inside his house. I didn't even care about Kayla's judgment at this moment. The house was so spacious. It was much bigger than my house. How he'd be able to afford this? After a few minutes, Kayla walked in. I guess she was done with being stubborn. He noticed her arrival too and chuckled. He closed the door and then escorted us around the house.
"This is my photography room," He showcased all of the pictures hanging on the walls.
There were pictures of girls everywhere and a few pictures of nature. I noticed that a girl named Samantha was even on the wall. She goes to our school. She's very popular. "Look, it's that b*tch Samantha. Hate that ho!" Kayla expressed, examining Samantha's photo.
This made Dustin chuckle a bit, "What you got against Sam? She is a bit of a.... snob I guess but her parents paid me big bucks to shoot her. She has a lot of personality."
Snob was only an understatement about Samantha. However, sometimes I did wish I was her. She was gorgeous and everyone looked up to her. Not to mention, she was rich. She had the ideal life. Especially compared to mine.
"Yeah," I dryly added my two cents.
He showed us more pics and then took us to his den. It was nice and he had a lot of arcade games that I hadn't played in about a few years. I was very enthusiastic about that. Even Kayla couldn't pretend that she didn't like the games.
"Your games are nice... I haven't seen some of this stuff in years," I gave him props as I looked around.
I felt like a kid in a candy store. There was so much stuff to play and choose from.
"Thank you... Maybe one day, we could place a bet on a game," He reasoned with a hopeful voice.
"You must charge an arm and a leg for yo pictures because this looks very expensive. Ain't no way in hell I could afford this sh*t," Kayla remarked, shaking her head.
"I have affordable prices but if you want them to be professionally taken as if you are a model of a magazine, then you're going to have to bargain with me. My equipment isn't cheap so don't try to depreciate my value and work. $50-$100 won't get you anything but maybe three pics in your living room with your pajamas on watching tv. I went to school for this. I take this very seriously," He snapped, glaring at her.
I giggled for some reason. I don't know why but he laughed. I wanted to tease her so badly like she would've done me if she was in this situation. I really wish I could; if only that wouldn't add salt to the wound.
"Ain't nobody depreciating nothin'! I'm just saying nigga... You couldn't be filming people in the 'hood with all this sh*t you got!" She roared, with plenty of attitude.
"I'm confused. When did this become the 'hood? This is a suburbia. What 'hood do you speak of? Why the f*** would I film there? I been in the 'hood my entire life. I got out of that and don't plan on going back so pardon me if I could give three f*cks about the 'hood or the ignorant people in it. The 'hood didn't help me graduate college. The 'hood didn't pay my tuition. And the 'hood definitely didn't give a f*** about me. So that's the end of that conversation. Now let's finish the tour," He spat and then finished off with a smile.
I knew he only annoyed Kayla and I wasn't worried about that at all.
"Dang... You ain't gotta get all sensitive about a simple statement but what time is it?" Kayla asked.
Dustin pulled out his cellphone and checked the time, "2:30."
"Ugh! I gotta go hurry up and wash the dishes and vacuum before 3," She stated agitatedly.
"Well, nice meeting you," Dustin replied with genuine words.
Kayla looked past him and then at me, "You coming?"
"No... I'll catch up with you later..."
She rolled her eyes immediately, "You're pitiful."
She then left out the door. I sighed and gazed at Dustin.
"Now that miss meanie pants is gone, let's finish the rest of the tour," He led me upstairs.
I pranced right behind him as he stepped into a bedroom.
"This is my bedroom. I have five bedrooms in all and three baths but this is the master bedroom. I love the decorations. What about you?"
I couldn't help myself. The room was definitely decorated beautifully. There wasn't one negative thing I could say.
"Yeah... It's really nice," I agreed.
His lips curved into a hint of a smirk? I'm not sure.
"I have a waterbed. You wanna try it?" He inquired as he jumped on it.
I nodded my head and was about to jump on it 'till he stopped me, "Take your shoes off."
I took my sandals off and plopped beside him. It felt really squishy as I moved around on the bed. It was nice though.
"I always wanted one of these," I confessed, lying my head back.
"Yeah. It's really fun... Sometimes I feel like I'm swimming. Especially when I have girls over. It starts to sound like the ocean," He cooed, looking at me with those deep brown eyes.
"I really want to know something... Have you ever felt like a weirdo?"
"A lot of times I did but you learn to get over it. Are you hungry?"
I nodded my head 'cause I was STARVING. Haven't ate all day. I watched as Dustin walked out of the room. About ten minutes later, he came back up with sandwiches, cookies, and juices. I thanked him and dug into my food. Every now and then, I would look up at him with hopes that one day I would find somebody like him. If only somebody would want to find me as well. Maybe I'm just dreaming again... It doesn't hurt to dream.