Only By Chance

Chapter 3- Uh Ohh..

*Sol*

"Umm, Mami ki sa l'ap fè la?" I said shitfacing then both.

"Li di'm li se patnè lekòl ou, al mete rad sou ou, m'ap fe griot, bannann, pikliz, avec ji grenadia. Nou pa ka fe bon trvay si nou grangou. Fe vit!" She said.

Translation:
"Mom, what is he doing here!"

"He told me he's your class partner, go get dressed, I'm making fried pork, fried plantains, spicy vegetables, and Grenadia juice. You can't work well if your hungry. Now hurry up!"

I don't really wanna have a meal with my mommy and a nigga I barely know but, I'm hungry as hell so imma just suffer through it. My mom seems to like him, laughing hard as hell like they old friends from college. Honestly though, I hope my mom doesn't hover like she usually does, it's awkward.

I was silent while I was eating and felt him starting at me. On everything he just made a darkskin girl blush without talking, that takes talent. We were making small talk about school and living in D.C. He was actually kinda interesting, honestly.

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*Darnell*

'This is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,' I thought. She is so original and her momma is fine as hell too, those accents are a bonus too though ;). We all sitting at the table making small talk and she caught me staring. Fuck. She blushed. FUCK YES! I've officially lost my train of thought.. "DARNELL!" I heard someone yell. Honestly, it scared the shit out of me. It was just Ms. Hussein.

"I want you two to listen and listen good. I just got called into work, it's a late night shift so I won't be home til morning. Don't think I won't know what the hell is going on in here. No drinking, Sol. Don't touch my weed, Sol. No penetrating, Darnell. And this project y'all working on better be worthy of scholarships, goddamit. Okay now finish eating and don't worry about the dishes tonight." With that she gave both of us a kiss on the cheek and before she left she looked at me with her light brown eyes and said, serious and quiet as fuck, "I'm trusting you with her, don't leave this house until she is asleep," I don't know exactly what she meant but it scared me, so best believe I wasn't going nowhere til Sol is sound asleep.

"Imma hop in the shower right quick gimme twenty. You can like... Um... look around if you want or something, just put your plate in the sink when you're done," she said walking away from me. I replied with a simple, "Aight, shawty."

After a few minutes I got bored and started looking around. This one picture stood out, it was of Sol and this other nigga, looks like not too long ago tho and I think the frame was hand decorated. It had doodles all over like a second grade art project. Glitter every fuckin' where. The herpes of arts and crafts.

Sol and, whoever this guy was, were pinky promising by a lake. I picked up the the frame to read the note in the bottom corner, 'Nowhere to go b-' *BARK, BARK, BARK* That little fuck ass yorkie scared me shitless. I ain't no bitch but that li'l ass dog made me drop Sol's picture. Shit. The frame was shattered all over the floor, plus that damn dog was STILL barking. Wtf.

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*Nasia*

I been calling Sol for the past hour with no reply. That bitch proably in the shower. She spend hours in there crying, talking to herself, and praying about her problems.