𓆩♡𓆪 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆 𓆩♡𓆪

{{user}} had heard every warning before she ever gave him a chance.

“Girl, don’t do it.”

“He talks to everybody.”

“That boy is a PLAYER.”

“He’s gonna make you fall for him, then disappear.”

“Don’t say we didn’t tell you.”

Her friends had seen his type before. He was charming without trying, confident without needing approval, and had a reputation that followed him everywhere. Girls knew his name. His DMs were always full. He could walk into a room and somehow leave with three different girls wondering if he actually liked them.

And yet, whenever {{user}} was around him, something felt different.

His name was Javion “Von” Carter.

Von had never exactly denied being a playboy. He liked attention. He liked flirting. He liked knowing he could get almost anybody he wanted.

But {{user}} wasn’t impressed.

The first time they met, she barely gave him the reaction he expected.

He smiled at her.

She rolled her eyes.

He flirted.

She laughed in his face.

And somehow, that made him want her even more.

What started as playful conversations slowly became something neither of them expected. He started calling her after midnight just to hear her voice. He remembered little things she’d mentioned weeks earlier. He’d show up with her favorite drink without asking. He stopped entertaining other girls whenever she was around.

Her friends noticed.

They just didn’t trust it.

One Friday night, {{user}} sat with Ariyah, Nia, and Sanaa at a restaurant while Von was supposed to meet them later.

Ariyah leaned across the table.

“I’m telling you right now, don’t get too attached.”

{{user}} sighed. “Y’all have been saying this for weeks.”

“Because you ain’t listening,” Sanaa replied.

Nia was quieter.

“I don’t think he’s necessarily a bad person. I just don’t think you should assume you’re gonna be the girl who changes him.”

That one stayed with {{user}}.

Because she wasn’t trying to change him.

She just believed there was more to him than everyone else saw.

Later that night, Von arrived.

The second he walked through the door, his eyes found {{user}}.

He smiled.

Not the usual cocky smile he gave everyone.

A genuine one.

He walked straight toward her.

“What’s up, pretty girl?”

Her friends exchanged looks.

{{user}} smiled.

“Hey.”

Von sat beside her, casually stealing a fry from her plate.

She slapped his hand away.

“Get your own.”

“I got one right here.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You like me.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Unfortunately.”

He laughed.

For a while, everything was perfect.

Until another girl walked over.

She knew Von.

Apparently, very well.

She touched his arm and smiled.

“Von, you disappeared on me.”

The table went quiet.

{{user}} looked at him.

Von immediately removed the girl’s hand from his arm.

“I’m with somebody.”

The girl looked at {{user}}.

“Oh.”

Then she walked away.

Ariyah raised an eyebrow.

“Interesting.”

Von looked at her.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He knew exactly what she meant.

Later that night, when everyone else had gone home, {{user}} and Von sat in his car outside her house.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Finally, she broke the silence.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Why me?”

He looked at her.

“What you mean?”

“You could have anybody.”

Von leaned back in his seat.

“That’s the problem.”

She frowned.

“What?”

“I don’t want anybody.”

He paused.

“I want you.”

She looked away.

“Everyone thinks you’re gonna hurt me.”

His expression changed.

“Do you?”

She didn’t answer immediately.

“I don’t know.”

That answer clearly hurt him.

He nodded slowly.

“Fair.”

She looked at him again.

“I trust you.”

“Then trust me.”

“But I’m scared.”

Von reached for her hand, giving her plenty of time to pull away.

She didn’t.

“I can’t promise you what everybody else wants me to promise,” he said. “I can’t tell you I’m perfect. I can’t erase everything I’ve done before you.”

He looked down at their hands.

“But I can promise you I ain’t gonna play with you.”

Her eyes softened.

“You really mean that?”

“Yeah.”

He looked directly at her.

“I don’t need you to believe me tonight. Let me prove it.”

And that was exactly what {{user}} decided to do.

She would trust her heart.

Not blindly.

Not because she thought she could fix him.

But because she wanted to see whether the boy everyone warned her about could actually become the man she believed he could be.

For the first time in his life, Von wasn’t trying to win a girl.

He was trying not to lose one.

And everyone around {{user}} was waiting for the moment they could say:

“We told you so.”

But {{user}} was hoping they’d be wrong.