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“There you go with your bullshit. You found a dress yet for the homecoming? Son, why you taking her old ass with you anyway? Should have told her to sit her ass at home and wait until you got back,” I joked, and they both laughed.
“Old? Nigga, I can still pass for sixteen. People don’t even believe me when I say that I’m thirty,” she boasted.
“Oh yeah? What people? Niggas be saying that shit to you?” I asked, turning around and looking down at her.
“Niggas and women. Don’t do this right now, Trip. Damn, we haven’t even been here for five minutes and you already trying to start something,” she voiced.
Jashae tried to move and sit on the other side with Vonte, but I put my hand on her waist, sitting her back down on the seat with me.
“I ain’t starting shit. You need to stop smiling in them niggas’ faces and entertaining them. Of course, they going to say you look sixteen. That’s the type of corny ass shit a nigga says when he wants some pussy,” I barked at her.
“Yeah, well you would know, right? And just so you know, I don’t entertain no other niggas, only your stupid ass,” she said.
I could already tell the direction that this visit was going in, so I was going to stop talking to her before I hurt her feelings.
“How was last night’s game, Vonte?” I asked, switching gears and talking to my son.
“It was good. I have no doubts about us going to the championship. It’ll be like two weeks after homecoming if we make it,” he proudly said.
“That’s what’s up. What’s going on with you and your girlfriend? I hope your little ass is wrapping your dick up. You ain’t got time to be nobody’s fuckin’ daddy,” I preached.
“I hear you, Dad,” he responded.
For the rest of the thirty minutes, just Vonte and I talked to each other. Mentally, Jashae had checked out a long time ago. When it was time for them to leave, she really tried to walk away and not give me a hug before she left. When Vonte wasn’t looking, I grabbed her by her arm, and I roughly pulled her into me. My mouth went toward her ear, and I bit down on it, applying just a little bit of pressure.
“Ima call you tonight. We need to talk about you and this fucked up attitude that you been having lately. You moody like a motha fucka, yo. One minute you happy and kissing on a nigga, and the next you hate me. You can’t love me and hate me at the same time, shorty. Pick a side. Fix your fuckin’ attitude too,” I snapped and kissed her jaw then I let her go.
I stood up against the wall with the rest of the inmates and watched as she and Vonte walked out. I was so cold toward Jashae these days because I felt like I was losing her. I didn’t see the love anymore in her eyes for me, so these days, I felt like I was forcing her to love me. Once we’d walked back to our cells and I was in my bed, or what was supposed to have been a bed but was just a hard ass mattress, I placed my hand behind my head.
“You think she’s acting cold toward you now, imagine how she’ll be once she starts fuckin’ Miami. If she loves you so much, then why was Miami coming out of her house a few nights ago?” Raynell said from the other side of my cell.
I never got the chance to ask her how the fuck she knew that because she’d walked away. Raynell had family in Miami, so maybe they told her. I haven’t run with Miami in years. I used to be close with bruh, that was until his ass thought he was too good for a nigga, and he couldn’t indulge in the shit that I was doing. He started boxing professionally and just forgot where the fuck he came from.
When he first moved to Lincoln field apartments, and he didn’t know anybody, I welcomed that bitch ass nigga with open arms because I knew how it felt to be a new kid and not know anyone. I introduced that nigga to my homies, even let him meet Jashae. The older we got, he and I just started doing our own thing. His mind was set on doing what he had to do so that he could go to college one day and box, while I, on the other hand, had different plans.
I’d just started up a gang, and we were doing all type of reckless shit. Because he and I were on two different things, we kind of just fell out. I didn’t really fuck with that nigga. He walked around this bitch like he was a fuckin’ king or some shit. He had bitches
too, which is why I don’t see the reason for Jashae to be just another notch on his fuckin’ belt. Nah, my bitch would never switch sides and fuck the used to be homie like that. Nahhhh, not my shorty.
I was going to give Jashae the benefit of the doubt and say that Raynell had the wrong house and the wrong bitch. Miami damn sure wasn’t going to visit my girl and my son. That’s like the motha fucka committing suicide.
Giovonte Young
“You look beautiful, ma,” I said as I stood at the bottom of the staircase watching my ole girl as she came down the stairs.
Her olive green dress matched my olive green suit perfectly. Swear she looked like a fuckin’ queen as she made her way down the stairs. The dress she wore was simple yet so fuckin’ beautiful on her. It was a long gown that was strapless, and it had a little slit on the left side of it. My great grandmother and my pop pop along with Mahogany all stood alongside me, and we all watched my ole girl as she damn near floated down the stairs.
I was happy about this night for many reasons. The main reason being that I got to give my ole girl some shit that she never got to participate in before. When I found out that she’d never been to homecoming, prom, or other senior shit that I was participating in this year, it’s like it naturally came to me to extend the invitation, and as much as she tried to turn it down, I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I loved the fuck out of my ole boy, but as I found out more shit about him these days, I was beginning to resent his ass.
I hated the power and control that he had over my ole girl. Was the nigga that fuckin’ insecure, that at twenty years old, he wouldn’t allow my ole girl to go to her homecoming? I didn’t know the whole story, but I felt like it was because of his ass that my ole girl missed out on so much. As her son, I was going to pick up where the nigga lacked, though, starting with tonight by bringing her along with me to the dance.
As happy as I was about tonight, I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t a little bit nervous about entering the hall where the dance would be held tonight. Taylor would be there tonight, and she and I weren’t on the best of terms. I gave her the money to get the abortion, and her silly ass ended up using the money to pay for her hair, nails, and make-up for tonight.
I didn’t want to sound heartless, but I wasn’t ready for a baby right now. I was pissed off at myself for having unprotected sex with her, especially since my parents talked to me about that shit damn near every chance they got. Like I said before, in my defense, I thought she was on the pill. I’ve watched her swallow her birth control pills in front of me many times in the past, so there was never really any question on whether or not she was taking them for real.
I had been avoiding Taylor these days like the fuckin’ plague. I didn’t pick up the phone for her when she called or texted, plus I ignored her in school. I was secretly praying that she didn’t come to my ole girl tonight and tell her that she was pregnant. I just knew that my mama would turn the whole fuckin’ homecoming out. My mama had never taken a belt and beat my ass with it, but something told me that if Taylor ran her mouth tonight about her being pregnant, there was no doubt in my mind that my ole girl would fuck me up in front of everybody.
“Thank you, handsome,” she called out once she’d reached the bottom of the staircase.
