Motherless Child ( Urban )

Gut Feeling

By the time I had exited Wal-Mart, I didn't even feel like cooking anymore. So, I decided to walk over to McDonald's and grab some McGriddles and save the groceries for another day.

I felt almost.. good. I had the type of feeling you get when you get away with doing something you had no business doing. I felt no remorse for what I did. Hell, she was lucky we were in the middle of Wal-Mart.

Walking into the parking lot of McDonald's, I noticed a car slowing down as it approached me. I thought about running in McDonald's away from the vehicle but if they were trying to harm me, I was being targeted and they would find me somewhere else. So I looked back at the black on black Camaro and kept walking.

The car pulled up on the side of me, driving at the same pace as I was walking.

The driver rolled the window down and I began reaching in my bag for my pistol to fire back if things went bad.

"No need to look for your heat. It's me."

I turned to face the car and laughed when I realized it was only TJ. " Don't do that again, TJ. You was 'bout to have bullets flying at that pretty face of yours."

He pulled into the parking spot closest to the car and got out.

Leaning against the driver's door he simply stated, "You wouldn't shoot. Especially not me."

I raised my eyebrow at how bold he was. Before I became aware of myself, even if I had a gun, I wouldn't shoot anyone. But things have changed, and if anyone ever threatened my life, I had no problem pulling the trigger. "You dare me?"

He laughed and shook his head. I could tell how his expression changed that he knew if I had to, I would. I'm glad he knew that now.

"Why you out here so early anyways, AV."

"I did a little grocery shopping for the house and I was going to cook breakfast but I don't feel like it anymore so I'm here."

He grabbed the grocery bags in my hand and with a sincere look on his face said, "Well run in there and get whatever you was getting and I'll drive you home. Niggas is reckless and I don't need DQ going on a killing spree because someone fucked with little ole Ava."

I laughed and advanced into the McDonald's. My stomach knotted up once again but I ignored it.

As soon as I walked into the McDonald's I grew pissed again. There stood Erica and crew staring back at me.

Am I psychic or something?

I rolled my eyes. I didn't even have time to deal with them. It was already 8:30 and both Daquan and Kylan were early risers. I walked around them and stood in line as there conversation died down and they tried staring the life out of me. I was not about to start anything but if something is said to me, words and maybe hands would be exchanged.

"Welcome to McDonald's. How may I help you?"

I placed my order and took a seat at one of the tables as I waited for number 316 to be called. I tapped my nails on the table as I looked out the window seeing TJ still standing against his car. Today was the first time I had actually ever heard him talk rather than saying only a few words.

I laughed as I remembered when I first met him and he spoke to me using one word sentences.

As I peered out the window, a shadow cast across my shoulder and when I turned around Erica's bull headed ass was standing in front of me.

I plastered a smile on my face, stood up and spoke, "How may I help you?"

"DQ, may not realize what you are, but I know. You ain't shit and you ain't ever gone be shit. Just wait til DQ finds out." She crossed her arms waiting for a response.

I furrowed my eyebrows confused. "Wait til he finds out what? That I left this morning to get breakfast?"

"No, that you're fucking TJ."

I giggled. How she was able to make such a connection? I don't know but she obviously didn't remember that she was THE hoe.

"Thing is, Daquan isn't my nigga. Neither is he yours. And it's neither of yall's business who I fuck and who I don't. But bitches like you wouldn't understand that. I mean, you fucked Jabrel while you were at a party with your boyfriend," I paused. "I mean ex-boyfriend. In my eyes. You really ain't shit but a disloyal ass, basic ass bitch, that has insecurities within herself and chooses to take her anger out on me. Daquan told you the last time you said something to me that I could drag you ass up and down Houston, Texas and so help me God..."

"Order Number 316!"

I laughed. "Bitch you just got saved by the bell." With the same smile I began with, I brushed past her and went to receive my order. Before walking out, I turned back around to face her with a devilish grin on my face. "Until we meet again."

"Whatever, hoe," she tried to brush everything off in front of her friends.

Even when I'm old and grey, I'm gonna have a problem with her and want to dig in her ass. Maybe one day, I'll get the chance. Hopefully

I climbed in the passenger side of TJ's car and we sped off into the direction of Daquan's apartment.

Chapter only because I was begged for one more chapter tonight lol.

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