if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 8

Capri Martin
I couldn't stop thinking about 4th period. There were a lot of things on my mind. This Micah shit, schoolwork, my parents, but the thoughts of 4th period was the main thing floating around my head.

Had me zoning in and out of reality. I was either daydreaming or completely out of it and there was no in between. Why? I didn't know but it kind of brought peace to what went on around me.

"Pri you've hardly touched your food." Someone spoke, interrupting me from my thoughts.

I immediately took a sharp breath, looking up at my mom who was sitting across from me at the dinner table. Everyone had been looking at me and now I was embarrassed.

"Just a lot of stuff on my mind." I shrugged, picking at the steamed vegetables on my plate.

I watched as my mom stared me down. She always did this, figuring that it would intimidate me to tell her what was going on. But it never worked. I've kept more secrets from her than anyone I've ever known.

"What's on your mind then?" She asked. "I don't like seeing you so preoccupied."

"Nothing."

I couldn't really explain 4th period because I didn't know what that was either. But I definitely couldn't explain the Micah situation. See my parents knew about me having a boyfriend but then that came with telling them a whole bunch of other shit.

It would raise a lot of questions and I wasn't ready to have that talk yet. Even thinking about talking to my parents about my love life made my stomach turn. And my mom was really serious about it.

"Pri just tight she still carrying that big ole head on her shoulders." Cole snickered, teasing me.

I glared over at him, rolling my eyes. "Real funny."

"It's true though." He cackled.

"Leave ya sister alone Cole." My dad smirked, trying not to laugh.

"Ahhh ion know if you bout to laugh ole man but, you ain't safe either. Gotta baldie like Steve Harvey you betta watch ya self." Cole laughed, speaking with his mouth full.

I covered my mouth, trying so hard not to scream. Cause my dad did somewhat resemble Steve Harvey with his bald ass head. I always thought he looked like Deebo from Friday though.

"That's alright boy cause you gone look just like me when you get older. All that pretty hair on ya head is gonna be gone. Ya hear me?" He chuckled.

I couldn't help but audibly laugh now. My brother and dad always had me laughing. The one thing I loved about them. They could make me laugh no matter what was going on in my life.

"Ahhhh now you quiet." My dad teased.

"Can we keep it that way?" My mom asked. "I can't even hear myself think."

"Ma? We just joking around." Cole snickered.

"What did I say? Can we please have some peace and quiet. I had a long day at work today and I have 4 more coming up." She grumbled.

See, my mom was a lawyer. She was hella good at making an argument and won 85% of her cases. She was good at her job and provided most of the family's money. But with the benefits, it still took a lot out of her.

My dad on the other hand was a cop. A chief actually. So I guess you could say both of my parents were in the judicial system. That's what made them fall in love in the first place. How they viewed the world in different but yet similar ways.

Now the table was so quiet, you could hear the forks scraping against our ceramic plates; the sound of my dad and my brother noisily chewing probably to aggravate my mom on purpose. And the sound of the rain outside and a car pulling up in front of our house.