A Brothers Eyes

1. Meeting..

"JAMIYAH SIMONE LEWIS, Get Yo Ass Up Now"

"Aight Ma, i'm getting up" i got out of bed , dreading going to school. i went straight to my small ass android , put my earphones in, clicked on my morning playlist.

what you gonna do when they come for you?

work ain't honest but it pays the bills...

i took care of my hygiene and went into my closet and put on what i usually put on black tights and a graphic tee. I am more on the plumb side of life I was blesssed with 42 DD, plumb lips, chocolate skin , hips for days and a personality. God didn;t really show up on the ass part but squats keep me in the game.

"Sang Erykah!" i said as i swayed my hips while putting my dark auburn colored hair in a puff, days like this I'm glad i'm natural.

"Hurry tha hell up or my belt is gonna SANG on your ass" my momma said yelling from downstairs.

i put on my eyeliner, mascara and headed downstairs and out the door . my head was swaying as the bus pulled up. i went looking for my girl Amina hoping i would find her before the bus pulled off.

"Forgot yo glasses i'm right here hoe" Amina yelled literally two seats behind me. i quickly sat down and laughed "Shut up Heifa".

Amina Larell Jones was the only female in the world that i knew i could truly hang out with. Sometimes females are too much for my liking. I'm an emotional wreck by myself i don't need anything else to make my hormones act up anymore than they already do. I'm the girl most girls don't care for but secretly wish they could be. I'm one of the boys , I was always like that even as a child and so was Amina which explains why we clicked like we did.

i didn't see Amina again until the end of the day because we were in different parts of the performing arts program. she danced and i was in band so our schedules collided. I met up with her after band practice that evening. I walked into the dance studio prepared for what was to come.

"yall seen Amina?" i asked some girl.

"Naw" she said looking at me like i was below her. she swung her long brazillian hair and switched over to one of her little friends. they bust out laughing and i already knew she went over there talking shit but thats typical for girls like her.

she walked out the bathroom "You ready?"

"Yeah, i been waiting on you" i had a slight attitude seeing that she does this everyday.

"you want fries to go with that salt?"

i ignored her as we walked outside to wait for our moms to show up.

"You Can't Speak?" said Jabari , He was one my closest friend on the drumline but he had a serious thing for Amina and made it known. He smiled at her , he had deep dimples , dark chocolate skin and a country boy build. he had the face of Lance Gross and the body of Dwayne Wade.

Amina smiled back " Hey, Jabari" she dragged his name out all cute like. he nodded his head indicating he wanted us to come to him.

Jabari opened his arms up and wrapped his arms around Amina, giving her a tight hug and he whispered something in her ear that made her chuckle. i let them have their moment hoping i would have something cute like that one day.

"What's Up Jay?" he said giving me a hug and poking me.

"Nigga Go On !" I Said full of laughter , he knew i was ticklish.

"Aye, yall coming to my kickback tonight?" he asked looking at dead at Amina.

"Maybe," Amina Said looking at her phone.

"Yeen gotta stunt like that ma, You know your fine ass gone be there, even if you don't want to Jay ain't coming by herself." He Laughed knowing he got her ass.

"Whatever, It better not be lame" i Said interrupting their staring war. "Aight Yall , See you two tonight" My Mom pulled up and i went on home.