Tysheem sat outside his uncles house, smoking a blunt while listening to music. He blew the smoke from his mouth and laughed as a memory slipped in his head. He couldn't believe his uncle was dead. It didn't even feel the same anymore. He would pull out his phone here and there to call him before realization would settle in. It pained him. Leaning his head on the steering wheel he tried his hardest not to cry but it was tearing him up and he wished he could block all his feelings.
Tysheem put his head back and let his mind drift to Hadiya. He had to let her go. Her father didn't like him he probably will never like him and for the sake of Hadiya and her comfort he had to let her go. Tysheem loves her to death he really does but if she's going through something at home because of him he can fix it.
Finishing the blunt he got out the car and walked to the front door, knocking. Tynesha opened the door who looked like she had been crying and stepped aside so Tysheem could come in. She turned to walk away but he grabbed her before she could get too far.
"I-I can't do this I can't n-not without him Tysheem this wasn't supposed to happen he's supposed to be here" she sobbed as he held her to his chest. "Noo no no i can't" she wrapped her hands around his waist while he combed his fingers through her hair.
"Everything gon be good I promise you imma make sure you and the kids good by any means, okay?" She sniffed. "This shit ain't over with, believe dat"
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Tysheem's leg shook under the table as he began to get impatient. His eyes trailed the clock waiting to get out of this school. For the past few days he hasn't been to practice and he was barely home. Most of his time was spent in Dallas with his dads side of the family. After Roscoe passed they had been on top of everything they bent every corner, they ambushed anybody they thought had something to do with his death. It wasn't the route he wanted to take but it was what had to be done he couldn't let his uncle go out sad. The people that did this to their family needed to be put in the dirt. It was get back time.
The bell rung indicating that class was over making him grab his things and almost leave the room.
"Tysheem can I have a word with you" Kristen stopped him in his tracks and he sucked his teeth. She had been trying to talk to him for the longest but he dodged her any chance he got. Anytime she wanted him to answer a question in class he'd ignore her. "Is there a reason why your grades have been slipping lately? I spoke to your other teachers and it's the same thing for them do I need to call home" she questioned with a raised brow. He jerked his head and walked closer to her desk.
"Nah you don't gotta do shit" she stopped picking through papers and looked at him. Straightening herself she walked over to him and looked down before looking in his eyes.
"I understand you might still be hurt from what happened between us but I'm a grown woman and I'm still your teacher" she stated. "You can either act like it never happened or change your class because one thing I won't tolerate is the disrespect from you or anybody" her voice raised. Tysheem chuckled and bit his tongue from saying something he might regret.
"How yo husband doing Kristen" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest with a scrunched up face.
"Mrs. Webber to you" she shifted all her weight onto her left leg. "I don't see how that's relevant with anything we're talking about but to answer your question he's perfectly fine"
"He ever found out"
"Found out about what exactly Tysheem" she looked into his eyes, her heart rate quickening up as she looked at him. Kristen was trying to do what needed to be done, which was ignore any feeling that was trying to resurface.
"Mr. Porter to you" he threw back in her face. "He never found out about me dropping dick in you" he cocked his head to the side with a sly smirk on his face. She lost her voice. Tysheem nodded his head and turned around to leave.
"You know I never played with you everything I ever told you was real, everything I felt, everything we had was real Ty" she stressed.
"I was young and you took advantage of that, that shit wasn't real it was manipulative and sick of you" he said, walking out of the class leaving Kristen and her thoughts alone. Princess who stood a few feet away from the door turned around with a smile on her face.
"You and Mrs. Webber, huh?" She chuckled, getting into his space. Tysheem didn't know this girl from a can of paint.
"I'm two minutes away from slapping yo ass silly if you don't get out my face" he looked down at her with a mug.
"I don't think you want to go there with me" Princess pulled out her phone and showed him the video she took of him and Kristen. They were fairly close but you couldn't hear anything.
"That ain't shit"
"Oh really?" Turning up the volume princess smiled watching the change of look on his face. "Don't worry I won't leak the video unless you take me to prom" Tysheem scrunched up his face and shook his head.
"Look ion know yo-"
"Yeah yeah yeah so what just take me to prom and I won't show the school this precious video" she wiggled her phone. He thought for awhile and looked into Kristen's classroom window, shaking his head.
"Ight"
