Chapter Five:

I woke up to my phone vibrating. Who could be texting me before my alarm had the chance to go off. I stirred awake and rolled over. My phone was bright in the early hours of the morning. Shantel had text me. It was only 5:30am.

Good Morning

U up?

G'Morning Angel

I am now, what's up?

I contemplated lying back down but I knew I wouldn't have enough time to fall back asleep. Might as well get up and get ready, I sat up and I looked around. I stretched and yawned before stepping out of bed. Making my way to the bathroom down the hall, I could hear the rustling around elsewhere in the house.

When I returned to my room I checked my phone.

Ain't feelin da school thing 2day

I stopped and thought about it, I wasn't feeling it either. But I was already up and moving around. So I finished getting ready. After I had my hoodie and jeans on, I pulled my braids back and tucked a blunt behind my left ear, and reached for my phone.

Same. Trynna link?

I'm going downtown

I was out my bedroom door and halfway down the hall before realizing I left my bag. I turned around and went back to grab it, but my Moms was waiting at the door when I showed up.

"Mmmm. I know that look. And you're up and out of the house early...what're you up to?" I laughed. There must be something to this mother's intuition. Smiling, I approached her steadily with reassurance. "None, Ma," I kissed her on the cheek, "I ain't up to none."

"Uhm-hmmm," she squinted her eyes suspiciously, "just stay out of trouble."

I was out the door without another word, if there was one thing I hated, it was making an empty promise. I went down the street but made a left at the city bus stop. There was one right outside my neighborhood but I was meeting Shantel and was closer to her. I knew she was down.

As if on cue, my phone went off.

Ya! Where u @?

10min from your stop.

When her bus stop was in view, so was she. Shantel was a dime to say the least. She stood about five foot six, and had a milk chocolate melanin. Her hair was usually straight and came down to her shoulders.

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She was pretty petite, with a round rear.

Shantel used to be that girl out of my league. When we first met she was a freshman and I was still in middle school. But all that changed when I got to the ninth grade. She went from being unobtainable, to being my main. Now we were practically grown.

I reached behind my ear and lit the blunt before putting it to my lips. I took a deep breath and held it before shouting out to Shantel. "Aye, yo! Cutie wit' the booty!"

She turned around so fast would've sworn she had whiplash. Her glare was intense and driven in my direction. Her expression softened a bit the closer I got. I laughed. I knew why.

"So disrespectful!" She yelled back.

"Oh! I ain't tryna hear all that," I laughed out loud, passing her the blunt. She squinted at me but held her tongue. She took it out of my hand and took a hit.

"You ain't shit," she said while holding her breath. I just laughed even harder.

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"How's that college life," I asked casually as I took another hit.

"Its straight, nonstop work though. How's your senior year?"

"I'm just ready to get it over with, ya'feel me?" I took another puff before passing it.

"Sounds 'bout right," she inhaled making a quick sipping noise. She closed her eyes, holding her breath. She blew through her nose, and did a repeat.

I watched her quietly, waiting patiently for the pass off. Slowly but surely, I felt my entire self grow heavy. Everything started to sink, from my head to my eyelids and down to my arms. My cheeks got tight and my lips spread. I couldn't help myself but to smile, until I started laughing.

Shantel stared at me lost but quiet. She extended her hand out, knocking the ashes off, and reached my way.

"Member back when you first found out I was feelin' you?" I reached out and grabbed what was left between my index, middle finger and thumb. The warmth began to burn, so I rotated til it balanced. Looking at it I decided we could get about three more hits out this roach.

"What about it?" She looked down sheepishly. She tried to hide it, but her cheeks were high and so was she. She smiled that bright smile I loved so much about her, and peeked up at me. If she were white, she'd be blushing.

I took a long drag and tried to keep a straight face. "What did you tell me? 'Awww! You're so sweet. I'd give you a nine outta ten.' And I asked you why."

"And I told you, you were almost perfect but you smoked and drink," she said rolling her eyes.

I laughed hard, choking even. In between catching my breath I managed to squeeze out, "look at you now. Gettin' that college experience, huh?"

We laughed. It wasn't that funny but once we started we couldn't stop. When we finally calmed down I took another hit. I looked over at Shantel as I blew out. My actions were delayed, I couldn't tell how long it took for my vision to settle on my hands...but it took way too long. I was pinching the blunt with my nails. The heat reaching the tips of my fingers. I exhaled slow before putting the roach to my lips.

With one last hit, I filled my lungs to the max. The blunt blazed out after burning my lips. I held it in, my heartbeat pulsing over my entire body. I inhaled from the diaphragm forcing in more. With every second gone by, the shockwaves grew more intense, my heart pounding on my chest from the inside out. I dropped what was left of the roach and stomped it out.

I looked at Shantel, still holding my breath. I pointed at her and motioned her to come closer. She came, taking a step or two but only making the gap between us about a foot shorter. I continued to reel my finger, signaling her to come closer still. She made her way and I met her about half way.

I pressed my lips to hers. On contact, our eyes closed. She opened her mouth and I did the same, blowing briskly into the gap in her natural respiratory pause. She inhaled the chronic of my kiss. Our lips continued to dance in harmony. The last hit shared in short, choppy breathes: shotgun.

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It was about an hour and a half later before we finally made it downtown. We got off the bus a block away from the library. The city was pretty live. The noise made it impossible to hear each other. But that wasn't the reason I was lost in our conversation.

"What're you staring at?"

"That alley over there," I nodded my head, "I swear it was blocked off. Been like three months."

"Yea, you right. Had yellow tape while it was under construction. Or some like that, right?"

"Not sure. I barely come out here," I thought about it. "Just a feeling i can't shake."

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"Well, it was blocked for construction..."

She was right. I was probably just overthinking it. There was no reason to blow my high. We continued to laugh and joke until we made it to the library. It didn't take long at all, that alley way was three buildings away.

We walked inside, it was pretty empty. The only people there besides us had to have been the employees and at most, a handful of people.

We made our way to the center of the common area. My mind had wandered back to that manhole when Shantel hit me in the stomach. It didn't hurt but it caught me off guard. As soon as her fist made contact she took off towards the non-fiction section.

"Catch me if you can," she taunted over her shoulder.

She came to a stop short of the room. But before disappearing behind one of the numerous shelves, she looked back to see if I was after her. I wasn't.

She smiled softly. Her cheeks were full and smile warm. She turned around and took off when I took that first step in her direction. I couldn't help glorifying her. I stood there biting my lip. Her physique from behind held my attention as she ran off. That ass was plump with a thin waist. Before I knew it I was giving chase.

I looked over at the man behind the desk as I passed him. Before he could get a word out, I shrugged and ran faster. When I entered the room I searched high and low for a glimpse of Shantel between the arrangement of books No luck, I knew she wouldn't stay stationary. I crouched, switching my footwork until every step was quick and quiet.

Pausing from time to time, I'd stop to look over my shoulder. Checking to make sure she wasn't creeping up behind me or scurrying passed when my back was turned. I heard feet shuffling from every which way. Every time I turned in the direction of footsteps, the giggling came dancing from behind me. I explored notably.

Was the herb hindering my mind? Was her laughter frantic, echoing off the shelves?

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I creeped around a corner. Both literally and metaphorically holding my breath. She wasn't there. I paused to listen, she had stopped. Was she even on the same floor anymore? Probably got tired of running around trying to avoid me, and stopped to hide and catch her breath. I knelt down and searched for a hint of her location.

I walked around the area, and decided to check upstairs since there was no sign of Shantel on the first floor. As i made my way up, i continued my search. Although i didn't spot her, it made me curious if she had eyes on me. She must have to avoid me so well. Probably a birds eye view...

As i approached the top of the stairs, i came across the conference rooms. There was still no sign of Shantel, yet. However, i did happen to find three or so men studying blueprints. I locked eyes with a man that wasn't much taller than me. He had caramel brown skin and a low fade. Eventually i was close enough to recognize he had freckles. But maybe i had gotten too close to something i wasn't meant to see. Cold sweats poured out the moment our eyes locked, sending a chill down my spine. He glared at me (i think i even noticed a snarl), before changing the screen. One of the other men got up and closed the blinds. Another shudder tingled down my spine, before i decided i ventured off too deep. And that Shantel couldn't have come up here. Not if they reacted like that just from my making eye contact.

How could i be so intimidated from a distance?

I went back to the first floor, and searched high and low through the fiction and young adults section. Still no sign of her. I made my way to the nonfiction section where i caught a glance of her high tops. It looked like she was peeking around a corner, in the opposite direction.

I was in pursuit. I took the long way around, closing the distance. The closer I got, the more my crouch became a prowl. Though I was aware of my surroundings I was careful not to make a sound. I didn't want to give away my position. I never took my eyes off my target.

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She turned around the corner, I would assume because she was trying to find me again. I stayed low and quiet but picked up the pace. I turned the corner and was about arms' reach. The closer I got the taller I stood, shadowing her. It got to the point that I could hug her.

I stretched my arms forwards, keeping my hands out of her peripheral. My steps mimicked hers as I began to close in. I wrapped my arms around her sides. I was careful not to squeeze too hard when I actually got a grip. She jolted at my touch and yelped. I leaned back and spun around, she laughed full of glee. Her feet dangling to the side.

"So what do I get since I caught you," I asked in a smart-ass tone as I sat her down.

"Hmmm, I'll think about it. What did you want?" She laughed as she asked but her tone was somewhat serious.

"Word? I decide," I asked rhetorically as I took a step closer. My eyes locked on her (even though they were half open). She returned the gaze and mirrored my every action. I leaned in, my eyes closing gradually. Shantel's head tilted the other way as she came in. Our lips made contact, but were immediately interrupted. When she had leaned in, she had put her weight onto a cart filled with books. Losing her balance as a few books toppled over. I stepped back and grabbed her right hand in my left and turned around to hightail it before the rest of the books came crashing down. I led her down the aisle and around a few corners.

We came to a halt at a small cubicle. It wasn't really secluded, but it wasn't out in plain sight. It was the type of area you'd walk right past without a second glance. It was probably tucked away by a few bookshelves.

I turned around and met her gaze again. With my right hand I grabbed her side and pulled her closer. I spun us around, switching our position. Her back was facing the cubical. She let me lead until her back was against the wooden surface. She leaned back. I took a step in reverse, never letting go.

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She put her head down bashfully. Looking down, lingering like she couldn't look me in the eyes. With her head sunk low she looked up at me. Her cheeks high and the smile, I assumed she was tried to keep hidden, was transparent.

I took a step closer. She slowly lifted her head and was nibbling at the corner of her lip, leaning a little closer. My fingers trickled on her shirt, her hands finding their way around the back of my neck. Another half a foot gone between us. I leaned in, her lips started to pucker. My eyes closed, and our lips touched. The moment lingered, I opened my mouth as did she, before they reconnected staggered.

The ecstasy in the atmosphere was intense. A deep inhale through my nose, I could feel my heartbeat racing. I pulled her closer, my hand gripping her shirt. The other drifted low, my excitement rising. I took a step forward, grabbing under her cheeks and giving them a squeeze. I lifted her as I took another step. Her body tensed at my hold, but melted away, as I sat her on the desktop. Her legs engulfed mine.

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Her tugging was demanding. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled down. Her head tilted up and I pulled down aggressively. Her jaw dropped, the air escaping her lungs. She was slow to breath it back in. Her eyes opening just as calmly. I leaned in more, my bottom lip fell between hers. Our mouths began to dance with one another.

My free hand descending to her thighs. Deeper it slid, with just enough space between. My knuckles brushed the material of her jeans. It was rough. Until I breached Shantel's riches. The heat radiating, she jumped at the touch.

"Nuh-uh! What you thought this was", she demanded in a low but assertive tone.

"What you mean?"

"You must think I'm a hoe're some", she exclaimed. Everything came to a halt. I removed my hands and placed them just above her knees.

"Nah, lil' ma. See, ain't e'en like that." I felt myself lick my lips. "This is more of a demand and supply situation."

She leaned back and gave me a puzzled look. "You mean 'supply and demand'?"

"No, sweetheart. Your body demanding," I gave her thighs a firm embrace and drew her in with insistence, " what I can supply. Its just unfortunate circumstances and coincidental that we're presented with this opportunity here, right now. So, question is...is you bout it? Or nah?

"You talk a good game," she bit her lip eyeing me. "I see you slick with your tongue."

I smirked. My face felt unbalanced with a crooked smile and one eyebrow raised. I thought silently to myself, you finna find out just how slick this tongue really is...

She jumped. I guess she hadn't noticed my hands at work. She was so focused on what I was saying. The only reason her jeans weren't around her ankles already was because I needed her to shift her weight.

She put her palms on the desk and slightly lifted herself up. My fingers hooked at her waist, between her skin and panties. I slid them down as smoothly as possible. The further down her legs they went, the lower I got. I fell to my knees when her pants were halfway down her shins. I leaned back as she kicked her shoe off. Once her foot was free I continued to pull one of her pants legs down until it cleared her ankle. The moment her leg was free she spread her legs wide, welcoming me.

I went in head first, casually. I kissed up her thigh starting from mid thigh. And right before reaching her sacred temple, I withdrew my head, kissing my way backwards. Her body squirmed, but not to the extent I wanted. I continued to caress her inner thighs until my lips finally fell on that spot. Her body quaked violently. I saw Shantel's eyes begin to shut and her mouth start to open. I licked my way back up and focused on her clit.

A second after my tongue made contact, her jaw dropped. Her hand clapped over her mouth. Her breathing fell short as she gasped. Her eyelids shut harder as her core tensed up. I could tell she hadn't inhaled yet.

I dragged my tongue around in a circle. Her grip on the edge of the desk tightened before she let go to clinch my hair. I wrapped my arm around her left leg, holding it in place as I rotated my tongue, waving it as if to swallow.

Slowly, she started back breathing, whimpering almost. Looking up at her face to make sure she was good, I pulled my head back. Only to go back in. This time pressing passed the slot. I closed my eyes to visualize vividly, dragging the tip slowly and steadily. Spelling my name in cursive was making Shantel uneasy. She tried pushing my head away as the low moaning and squeals escaped between her fingers. She was on the verge of squirming free when I finished crossing my T's and dotting my I's.

I licked my lips while standing up. Grabbing just behind the crease of her calves. I pulled her over the ledge. She sat there, her arms wide to support her. I undid my belt and stood with my feet shoulder width apart. It was just enough for my pants to fall until my erection flung free. I knelt a little and waddled forward. I pressed my erection through her tight little crevice.

She was tight, too tight to slide right in. A few centimeters at a time until it worked its way in. The more that made its way in, the easier it got. The deeper I went, the wetter she got.

With every stroke, I started not to give a fuck, and stopped fearing the consequences of getting caught. It felt so good. Any change, every little difference, all stroke deviations...her body react. I could feel her cumming. Losing my mind, I found myself buried in instinct as I dove deeper inside her. The better it felt, the more reckless I grew. I covered her mouth at the sound she made.

Sweat dripping from my forehead, I took my shirt and wiped my face. I finally started to catch my breath. Shantel wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled me in , trapping me. She was forcing me in deeper.

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I smirked. And simply replied by saying, "bet." I pressed my palms against her knees firmly but gentle. I broke free and pulled out. With one hand still holding on to her knee, the other shot for her pelvis. I leaned back as I lifted on her leg, flipping her over. Her feet landed softly while I ran my hands up her spine. She looked over her shoulder at me as I continued to bend her over. She smiled back at me as she started to laugh while simultaneously caving in her back.

The slapping sound of our waists colliding echoed theatrically throughout the aisle. I heard how loud it was, but I couldn't care less. She was already perched on her toes. I grabbed her leg and placed it parallel to the surface. Every stroke was as fast as my breath, but far from shallow. With one hand she clapped over mine. With the other, she wedged between us. She was trying to force me to ease up. But her efforts were counterproductive. I thrived harder and faster, I was reaching my limit. I grabbed at her pelvis of her horizontal thigh and pulled her closer as I pushed forward. I gritted my teeth and held my breath, holding on to every second I could spare. With each stroke, I was pushing myself closer to eruption.

The moaning was grew louder, I didn't care about covering her mouth anymore. My only focus was holding...back...just...a little...I couldn't anymore.

Slowly but surely, I regulated to a steady stroke. Huffing and puffing until my heart and breathing settled. I pulled my pants up. After fastening my belt, I walked over to the corner of the bookshelf that kept us hidden. I leant up against it to keep watch for anyone who might be walking by, or anyone who came searching for who was behind the clapping sounds that disrupted the silence of the library. Shantel was wobbling, struggling to squat down to gather her clothes.

As I stood there posted, I glanced around. No one was near. I kept lookout making sure it stayed that way as she continued getting dressed. Watching side to side, one of the televisions was on. There was a documentary on Egyptians that caught my attention, but a flash report was running across the bottom of the screen.

It read, "breaking news: local bank robbed and suspects had fled the crime scene and were possibly still in the vicinity.

"Ayden, are you ready?" Shantel asked shattering my concentration. She placed her hand on my back as she walked passed me.

"Y-yeah," I answered as I followed her out the library.

We continued as if nothing happened. She talked, rambling on but I wasn't engaged. My mind was absent as we walked through the streets. There wasn't anything particularly taking my attention. But something felt off.

"I'm hungry," Shantel announced.

"Yea, me too. What time is it?" I reached in my pocket for my phone. Nothing, I checked the other. "Dammit, man! I forgot my phone. Aye, I'll be right back. Just head to the bus stop, I'll catch up." I started to turn around.

"No, I got it right here. I just told you that. It was on the floor with my clothes."

I turned back to face her and tell her thank you. I extended my hand out to receive my phone when my body was shaken as we were forced off balance from behind. Someone had came darting from around the corner, running between Shantel and I. He collided into my shoulder. My body turned as I was forced to face away from Shantel. My phone flew from her hands in his direction. I watched my phone fly over his head as he stumbled to the ground.

I banged my head badly against the concrete. My vision was blurry. I tried to stand back up, but stumbled back down immediately. Had i hit my head hard enough to get a concussion? Who the hell runs that hard into two people? The more my mind raced, the faster i could feel the migraine coming to. I took my time trying to get up, staring at him the entire time. It was all i could manage at the moment, until Shantel came over to help me up.

His eyes were fixated on me as he went down. He threw his arms forward to keep from collapsing flat.

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He forced himself back up never losing his momentum. You could tell he easily stood a little over six feet. And had a macchiato complexion, and a chinstrap goatee. His hair was faded and a seemingly shade of brown, but the way the sun hit revealed it was actually a dark red. He had green eyes and on bother sides of the bridge of his nose were indents from his glasses.

He scrambled to gather whatever had fallen out of his bag. He was quick to shove everything back in, but his gaze barely left me (probably because i was staring at him). He covered his neck as he was back on his feet. And running at full sprint ahead, again. The bag on his back swaying rapidly. Whatever he was moving had weight. He disappeared just as fast as he had appeared.

"You good," I asked Shantel looking over at her.

She had a stern glare aimed in his general direction. "Yea, I'm good. But are you? We might need to get you to urgent care. Sorry about your phone. "

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"It is what it is," I said as I picked it up. It had a few cracks webbing throughout the screen, but seemed to still be functional. There was a small puddle of blood in front of my phone. Little specks that dripped over my phone and ahead. Guess that explains why he was holding his neck. Wonder what happened...

Noticing how soon the bus would be arriving , we sprinted (well, i trotted lightly due to my growing headache). Trying to make up for loss time. I could see the bus stop ahead. We could make it. The bus had pulled up and we were still about 200 meters away. We could make it before he drove off. It didn't look like anyone was getting off but we could still make it. We were going to make it...

"FREEZE!"

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