Tevin, a stuck up sophomore from Manhattan, attends Fisk University in Nashville, Tennessee.
He gets along with mostly everyone there....except one.
Marcus Williams. Star athlete, charmer and public enemy #1, as far as Tevin is concerned.
Gee, I won...
"Dinner is served Smith family. Your father's favorite: Smothered pork chops, garlic and bacon mash potatoes, mixed vegetables and fresh biscuits from his recipe. All cooked by the lady of the house." As Frederic was praising my mom's cooking, I was internally gagging on the inside. I worked hard for this body of mine:
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And I was not about to let her fuck it up over fried foods. Besides, Im still not happy with her and when Im mad, I cant eat.
So every meal, the start of every conversation and so forth that involves my mother, I immediately say Im late for the gym or some b.s. of that nature. And she's so wrapped up living in a fantasy that she doesn't even correct and/or expose the lie. She's too far in.
Tonight is no different. She cooked from dad's recipe book and now expect me to eat dinner with them. Especially since Trevor is available for dinner. My mother, surprisingly, has a great relationship with Trevor; even though she physically hadn't met each other properly, they talk on the phone, talking about his career and how much he's a great fit for Vanessa. Yeah...Mother loves her some Trevor.
Either way....she showed off for Nessa and Trev, so Vincent and I stayed. Worst decision ever made.
"How's dinner Tevin?," Mother began, "you haven't touched your plate."
"That's because I don't wanna turkey neck. This food is fattening and I want no parts of it..kind of like this fake ass dinner."
"Tevin!!!!," Vanessa shouted as she banged on the table. "Don't do that or be like that. This is still our mother."
"Says the one who has been gone nine years," said Vincent with food in his mouth. I started to chuckle and so did Mother and Frederic. Vanessa just waved him off.
"Vincent, you and Nessa take your food to your rooms on the second floor, let me talk to to Tevin."
"For real? You never let us eat outside the dining room."
"Well...i'm letting you now. Go on, let me talk to Tevin." Both of them quietly got up and went inside the elevator. Frederic left to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. Suddenly, it was just Mother and I. I decided to leave to.
"Um...Tevin, unless you want me to leap from this table and snap you in half, I suggest you sit back down and listen to what I have to say. You know I have lawyers and the police on my payroll. I'm not afraid of prison."
My body froze as I heard my mother's words. The sad part about it was I knew this feeling all too well because this is the norm. My parents both worked in the music industry for years; while my father worked his way up by his bare hands and trusted ambition, my mother was involved with the mob. So I knew she wasn't joking.
