The Nerd

ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

Third (pee-oh-vee)

"DWAYNE YOUR FRIEND IS HERE FOR YOU" the voice of the almost legal child's mother boomed through the house.

the boy awoke, groaning at the headache he tried sleeping it off after being called "motherfucker" and "bitch" all last night

lets reminisce, shall we?

the young boy walked through the house alone, high off the weed he just hit not long ago. his mother was mad that he was out late though it was a friday. he sure left a note, however, she didn't like his actions

he snickered to himself walking around in the kitchen before locking eyes down on the small lady he called "ma".

"where were you boy?" she huffed crossing her arms. he was silent for a moment before smiling "mommyy" he tried giving her a hug, in which she declined.

"dont mommy me, where were you boy" she got a little loud. the boy was surprised at her loudness, she has never gotten loud with him, he's never seen that side of his mother

yet she's never seen this side of her own son-

"X you go out late and then you come back here..HIGH" she gave a shocked expression as she sniffed his body.

at this point she was furious, how could he waltz into her home, high off cannabis. how could they get him all infused with drugs.

not only were she upset with him, she was upset with his friend as well, he was supposed to set the example, yet he only hyped up the action

"i was with my friends ma, i left a note" he shrugged

she popped his head, making him yell an 'ow' aloud. now he was upset with her. how could she hit him?

"why would you do that?" he asked now frowning "why would you come in my house all high up on drugs" she yelled

"motherfucker you let your friend get you all high, then drop you off, hell no im not allowing that" she fussed "ma it was my idea" he said protecting his friend

"so, that doesnt make it any better" she said popping him once more. his fist balled out of anger, but soon let loose know who he was balling his fist up at

"thats not a good fucking look on you, ill be dammed to have my intelligent son coming to my house again like this"

he couldn't say anything, he only listened to her yelling. he knew when it came to him she didnt play. tears fell as he grew upset at the fact his dearest mother was yelling at him

"bitch try me again, coming up in here like that" she pushed him to go to his room "and give me that phone" he snatched it out his hand soon walking away from him

leaving him in the kitchen all by himself to think on his wrong doings

now that was last night, todays a new day.

again, the boy awoke, groaning as he got up from his bed. he quickly grabbed his tooth brush and tooth paste, putting some on the toothbrush.

he then headed downstairs to his mother and hopefully still friend. he took a step down the stairs, then met the two standing up waiting for him

"whats up vro!" ski told him, he gave a quick head nod and looked at his mother. though his mother didnt think he remembered what went down last night, he did

and he was highly disappointed in himself, and so he made a mental note to never do that again

though being introduced to the famous drug was nice