Full House

The clock struck 3 and the bell went off. Imani and I met up at our usual spot under the bleachers. "Who the fuck was that girl? And what's with her attitude?" Imani flooded me with questions.

"I honestly have no clue. But what I do know is if I see her it's on sight." I huffed.

"She's obviously rich enough to buy the both of us."

"Gurl- it's 2022, they're not allowed to do that anymore."

"Isaiah!" She kicked me, "You know I didn't mean it like that!"

I snickered and patted her on the back, "I'm jus playin. I gotta meet up with Dajon, see you later." I waved goodbye to my friend who was still flustered by my comment.

*At the school gate*

I found Dajon leaning on the silver gate. I can't tell if he's trying to look cool or if the heat of the gate doesn't bother him, but if he ends up with burns on his back that ain't my problem.

"Boy get off the gate, I am not icing your back."

"Hello to you too."

"Are you sure this is a good idea Dj?" Although this isn't the first time we've done this it doesn't make me feel any less uneasy.

"Stop worrying, they have a business meeting, we're good to go. Plus, if I get caught I'll just say I'm helping you study."

"But I'm helping you-"

"As my father says "A Kingston man never asks for help!" I was never allowed a tutor." His face dropped.

"Did he have you change your own diapers too?"

"Surprisingly no."

*At the Kingston Manor*

I can never get over how ridiculously large Dajon's home is. The burgundy bricks on the bottom floor, the cobblestone on the upper floors, and the gray bricks on the roof making out the mansion's exterior. The beautiful flower garden made up of lavender and white hydrangeas leads you to the door. The inside is even more beautiful. The perfectly white walls, white stairs with golden railing, white couches with golden pillows, white marble tiles, a gold carpet, and golden vases all over the house. All it needed was an angel's singing voice to convince me that I'm dead.

There was a massive portrait of Dajon as a child standing between his parents on the wall. He looked miserable. I guess the torment started at a really young age. There was another portrait across the room with current day Dajon. He looked hot in it if I'm being honest. He had a perfectly chiseled jawline, the lighting complemented his olive brown skin, he was practically glowing, his almond shaped eyes contained beautiful light brown eyes, and his full lips, the upper lip was dark brown while the lower lip had a dusty pink color. His hair was done so neatly, not a single mistake. He had a high skin fade with curly twists. In the portrait his hair was fully brown, now the tips of his hair are bleached.

"You're so focused on the picture when you have the real thing right here." Dajon said in a low voice snapping me out of whatever trance that picture had me in.

"Shit don't scare me like that."

"Are you seriously drooling over that picture of me?" He teased.

"Don't we have work to do." I shoved him out of the way and headed up the stairs to his bedroom.

Dajon's bedroom is the size of my apartment and that isn't an exaggeration. He has a walk-in closet the size of my bedroom and kitchen combined, a king sized bed, A gigantic flat-screen tv, a bathroom that comes with a separate shower and jacuzzi, another flat-screen, and three sinks, and a huge ass balcony that gives you a view of his massive ass pool that's bigger than the average football field, three water slides, two diving boards, and a bar.

"It's a lot isn't it?" Dajon scratched his head.

"You must never get bored."

"You'd be surprised. A house this big feels so empty."

I hugged him from behind and rested my chin on the croak of his neck. "When we finish college we can buy a nice house, not too big, with a nice view, a pool, and it will never feel empty. We can make a massive collage and put it on our walls, get some LED's, and if you want kids we can adopt so it won't ever feel empty even when one of us is away."

He turned to look at me, "You want kids?"

"I don't mind, if you don't want any, that's fine, if you do, that's fine as well." I let go of him and sat on his bed, "Now, it's time to study. We have Spanish exams on Monday."

"Sí, mi amor." He flopped on the bed.

I made a gag sound and hit him in the chest with my binder.

*Time skip*

"Okay Dj for the last time. ¿Cuántos años tienes?"

"Ouhhh...London?"

I threw the flashcards at him. "Make that joke one more damn time."

"You're no fun. Tengo dieciocho años."

"Really Dj? Was that so hard?"

"Now I get to ask you questions."

"Shoot."

"¿Cómo te llamas?"

"Isaiah Clayton."

"Cuál es tu color favorito?"

"Mi color favorito es el rojo"

"Cuanto es quinientos sesenta y siete más dos mil cuatrocientos treinta?"

"Seriously?" I sighed, "Quinientos sesenta y siete más dos mil cuatrocientos treinta son dos mil novecientos noventa y siete. This isn't math class Dj." I glared at him.

"Impressive, okay, last question. ¿Prometes quedarte conmigo para siempre?"

I smiled at him, "Yo prometo."

We slowly leaned in, our faces only centimeters apart. I could feel his breath on my face as his hand slowly interlocked with mine. My heart started pumping faster as blood rushed to my face. I could feel my head pounding. My mind was full of excitement and panic at the same time. He's so close to me...

"DAJON!" The obnoxious voice was followed by a loud slam and the clanking of heels against the marble floor. Dajon and I jumped away from each other and collected the stray flash cards. I got off his bed and put my things back in my bag. The sound of heels got closer as it finally reached the door. It was that psycho blonde, I never caught her name. She was wearing a pink crop top with white fur lining and furry pink heels. This time she had pink fuzzy ball earrings, pink acrylics, and a pink bag to match the outfit. Almost like a bootleg Regina George.

"Awww c'mon Claire! I told you not to bring that shit machine into my house!" A golden Pomeranian with a white tuft popped out of the bag and let out a small yip.

"I can't leave my little Vivi all by herself for too long, she gets lonely."

"I don't care if the ankle biter gets lonely, get it out of here!" During freshman year the only thing Dajon and I had in common was our hatred for dogs. He got attacked by one as a kid and now he can't stand them. Me on the other hand...my case is different.

I let out a sneeze causing Claire to face me. "What's he doing here?"

"He was invited here, unlike you."

"What's so great about him anyways he's so...average, below average even." She snorted.

"Gurl your fur ball is on death row don't talk." I blurted out.

Claire pulled out her dog and tried to put it in my face but I moved away instantly. "Apologize to Vi!"

"She can't understand a single word, why should I?"

"Do it!"

"Claire!" Dajon stepped in front of me.

She shoved him out of the way and put the dog in front of me. Some of the fur managed to get on my face. "Stop being a little bitch and do it!."

"Get the fuck out of my way." I reached for my backpack immediately and searched through it. "Shit! Dajon, I can't find it!" I started to panic as I felt my throat start to itch.

Dajon pushed Claire out of the room and locked the door. "Okay, lay down and I'll search for it, I think you left it last time you were here."

My breaths got shorter and shorter. Panic filled my mind. My whole body started itching, my eyes started watering, and my throat started to swell. "I found it!" Dajon yelled as he rushed to inject the epipen into my skin.

*Time Skip*

I woke up feeling much better. The sleep you get after surviving a life threatening situation hits different. I could hear Claire and Dajon shouting downstairs followed by a loud slam of the door. Geez is she trying to close it or destroy it? Dajon stomped up the stairs and entered his room.

"You good?"

"I'm not dead, that's something." I chuckled.

He hugged me tight and sighed. "I'm fine, I swear." I hugged him back.

"You scared the shit outta me you know that?" He dug his face deeper into the croak of my neck.

We sat there hugging each other in silence for a few minutes until I pulled away to look him in the eyes. "I know this is a sentimental moment but you need to be honest with me Dajon, who is she and why does she have access to your house?"

He started biting his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his. "My parents...they want us to get married after we graduate. They said it'd be good for the business. We have all this money and they still want more. Five star ratings, we earn almost ten million dollars monthly, we have nine hotels scattered across the country, and still they want more. I don't wanna marry some technician's stupid daughter. Shit, I don't even like girls!" He massaged his temples in an attempt to calm down.

"It's okay, like you said, once you gain control of your family business they can't control you. We can be together, it won't matter."

"That's the problem. They won't hand the company over to me till after the wedding..."