“Come on, Mr. Philanthropist,” Trey called out from near his car. “Before you start crying and shit and make the blogs.”
I looked over at him and shook my head. “Nigga, get the fuck out my face.”
He laughed, and I headed toward my truck, more than ready to go home.
Chapter Four
Cadence
a few days later...
If irritated was a person, it was definitely me. I had gone to classes today, and my advisor sent a reminder email about my tuition balance, and I was over it. I was on the verge of saying fuck it and dropping out, but it didn’t make sense when I was at the end of the rope. Frustrated, I went through my day. I hadclinical at the hospital in their rehab department and I was beat. That didn’t stop the money from coming though, because I had a shift tonight and as bad as I wanted to call out, I knew I couldn’t afford to. On top of rent and my regular bills, I had to pay this damn tuition, or I wouldn’t graduate.
By the time I left the hospital, my mama should’ve been off work, so I headed to her house. She got off early on Wednesdays, and I was hoping she cooked because I was starving.
When I pulled up to her house, I saw her car in the yard and I parked behind it. I knew she wouldn’t be leaving back out anytime soon.
“Mama!” I yelled her name as I walked inside.
“Girl, why are you so loud?” she countered as I made it into the living room.
“I’m not loud, you’re just old,” I laughed as I took a seat by her.
“What blew you this way? I don’t usually see you unless I call for you,” she stated.
“I was hoping you cooked, but that’s out the question because the only thing I smell in here are the plug-ins.” I frowned.
“I would’ve cooked had I known you were coming by. You’re so busy with school and everything else that I never know when I’ll see you,” she stated. I instantly felt bad because I was all she had.
“I’ll do better with coming by. I just be so busy between school, clinicals and work that I don’t even have time to think straight,” I answered honestly.
“I understand, but I would still like to see my only baby every now and then.” I simply nodded because there was nothing else I could say to that.
I stayed with my mama for another hour before I went home and got ready for work. There wasn’t much going on since it was Wednesday, but like I said, I needed all the money I could get my hands on.
I made it home in record time to take a shower and get dressed. While I was getting dressed, Janae pranced her ass into my room.
“I’m taking your fucking key. What if I was in here getting fucked through the mattress?” I tittered.
“Then I would high-five the nigga because somebody needs to,” she cackled at her own joke before flopping down on my bed.
“Why are you here, hoe?”
“I’m going to keep you company at work tonight. I’ain got shit to do so I might as well go and have a few drinks while you make a few dollars.” She shrugged.
Janae was a hairstylist, but she rented a booth in someone else’s shop. She made good money, but she wanted her own shop so she could make more, and I didn’t blame her. She came to work with me a few times because Stacks was cool with her brother and knew she wouldn’t cause any problems... plus, she always paid for her drinks and food.
“You decided to come on the right night because it’s going to be slow and I’ll need the company,” I confirmed.
She nodded and played on her phone until I got ready. Once I was done, we got into her car and headed to the club.
The crowd looked decent for a Wednesday night when we pulled up, so I was hopeful. Janae followed me through the employee entrance, and we headed down the small hallway before she went to the bar, and I got my things to clock in. Luckily for her, I had the liberty of working the bar tonight and so I didn’t have to leave her unattended much. It was no doubt that she could handle her own, but these niggas were ridiculous and I’d go against the world about my best friend.
“It’s stays packed in this muthafucka... I need to come get a part-time job,” Janae expressed while she looked around the club.
“With all that ass you got, you could definitely make a killing,” I chimed in with a smirk.
“Ooh, bitch, you tried it, but you right,” she co-signed as she stuck her tongue out and twerked in her seat.
