Keep Ya Head Up || Spencer James

Keep Ya Head Up-2

"I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' - tryna sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where them cowards goin'"

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Thud!

Anissa sat up quickly, feeling her heart restart, as her eyes adjusted to the sun shining directly into her eyes. She yawned as she laid her head back on the shoulder next to her, but instead of the warm vanilla scent her friend Celia had, she smelt a small hint of weed and a distinct cologne that she bought her father for Father's Day, that she knew for sure was her fathers scent. That made her eyes widen, cause she knew exactly who it was, for this was not the first appearance this person had made at her school.

Anissa muttered a list of cuss words as she slowly sat up, looking to her right before her head hung low. "Hey daddy." She said sheepishly, dragging out the 'hey', as he raised his eyebrows at her. "Yeah. Don't 'Hey daddy' me like your ass wasn't just knocked out, when you're supposed to be learning. Now why do I have to keep coming up here like you're not 16 years old?" His question was rhetorical yet he still wanted an answer. Condescending, isn't it? All she could do was shrug as she looked around, noticing her classmates watching— some were starstruck and others stared in fear cause he was not one to play with. And that they knew.

"Nuh-uh, don't look at them. I'm looking and talking to you, so that's who you should be looking at." His voice was low and calm but still lethal. "So we're skipping classes now? And if we're not skipping them, we've decided to sleep through them, huh? You got me up here like you don't live at home with me. Like you don't know how I get down, like you don't know about my rules, like I don't keep tabs on you throughout your day." He was really calm scolding her in front of her entire class. "It was an accident—

"I don't believe that. We've taken up enough of your classes instructional time. Keys, and I'm only gonna ask once." He held his palm out and she knew not to even try to defend herself. Her daddy don't play and she knows that. To be honest, she doesn't even know what she was thinking. Anissa sighed, taking her keys out of her pocket and putting them in his hand. Once he got them, he nodded his head before putting them in his pocket.

Shahidi stood up, moving himself to be right behind the girls chair. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he leaned down to her, kissing the side of her face. "I love you babygirl, we'll talk when you get home." And with that he pressed one more loving kiss to her head before going up to the teacher who he dapped up and did that awkward bro hug thing with. "You have any more problems Outta that one, don't even say nothing to her. Just call me." He said and Mister Todd nodded. "Will do."

The rest of the day Anissa had a normal day of school, and stayed on her teachers' neutral side. And before she knew it she had collected her homework, more homework and ahhh!! Even more frickin homework.

"Hey Liv." Anissa greeted walking next to her friend. "Oh, hey Nissy. I didn't know you were back." She said throwing an arm over the girls shoulder. "I heard your dad showed up here again." Olivia mentioned and Anissa nodded. "Yep. Took my keys and calmly but sternly scolded me in front of everyone. If I couldn't fight, I'd be embarrassed." Anissa half joked and Olivia laughed at her.

"Do you need a ride?" The girl asked and Anissa shook her head. "Nah, I'm ordering a car." She spoke as they reached Olivia's car. "Girl, if you don't get in." Olivia said as she put her bag in the backseat. "Girl, no. I am ordering a Uber— "Get your ornery ass in the car." Anissa sighed as she playfully rolled her eyes at her best friend, getting in the car. "How you feelin'?" The girl questioned. Anissa was the only one who knew Olivia's secret, which lowkey made Anissa feel bad because she didn't know hers. No one did and no one could.