Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Skip, Janelle and I all ended up being late today, naturally so, we were all out of it when we woke up this morning. Jesse ended up having to bring us to school, it also took a little longer because Skip and I were trying to cover some of our bruises that were basically still fresh with makeup.
I sat in class listening to Professor Francine talk about an essay she wants due in a month. We had to write about a 'moment of fulfillment we wanted to achieve' whatever the fuck that meant. Whether that meant the peak of being in love or finally reaching the brink of success, the choice was ours.
As soon as I saw the the time hit 3, I was packed and ready to get the hell up out of there. Right when I was about to turn the corner I fully collide with a sturdy body temporarily knocking the winds out of my lungs, causing me to crutch over. "Whoa you alright babygirl", I immediately cringed at the name and the voice it belonged to, I stood up straight before rolling my eyes.
"Yeah nigga, I'm good on that" I said as I tried to walk around him, each step I took he mirrored it blocking me from leaving, "Do you need something Devante?", "I missed the way my name sounded in your mouth" he looked at me hungrily which made my skin crawl, "Nigga get the fuck", "Thats your fucking problem Saija always acting like you dont need no one, acting like you don't miss me", I let out a humourkess chuckle, "You mean I miss the cheating? The narcissism? The sexism? The blatant ignorance you had due to your head being so far up your own ass? Orrrr.."
Devante just smacked his lips looking to the side, "Here you go always bringing shit up that ain't got shit to do with what we talkin about", "Why we even having this conversation right now, we ain't been together for how long now? What do you even want?" I asked getting bored with the conversation, "Maybe seeing you with pussy ass welfare check changed my mind, nigga about to hit, if he didn't already and I was in line first".
I rolled my eyes realising he was talking about Easton, "First and foremost his name is Easton, you're slow but you're not that slow, I know you have a little room left in that little ass brain of yours to remember a 2 syllable name, you know, first clap east, second clap ton. Second of all you really think I would allow you to give chlamydia or whatever the fuck you got goin on down there to me, shiiiiddd, props to you for standing still this long, I know right now you prolly burning and itching and itching and burning, you got me fucked up. On top of that, you tryna hit and sayin shit like you was in the line first, bitch fuck you and your shrimp 'Nah the water's just cold' headass. Third, baby I understand the animosity you have towards Easton, you know I don't like to backtrack and he got you beat all across the board, emotional maturity, mental maturity, and physically he's matured a lot, lot, like way more than you, I mean be glad about this, if you did hit, Id realize you literally were't shit compared to Easton so yay!", I finished with a patronizing smile.
His jaw was locked and fist was clenched and he was looking at me like he was deciding if he should swing or not, I let out a hoarse laugh before rolling my tongue inside my cheek, the dick size joke may have been childish and a little excessive but this nigga was getting on my nerves.
