"amari come here right now." amari's mother calls harshly from the living room. the girl had gotten home not too long ago, took a shower and changed her clothes, and was now laying in her bed looking through netflix for something to watch. she rolls her eyes upon hearing her mothers voice, and drops the remote heading out to see what she wanted.
"yes ma?" the girl says, irritation evident in her voice. her mother was standing at the kitchen island pouring ice cold water from the britta filter into a glass. she slides the pitcher back into the fridge and roughly closes it, spinning to face her daughter.
"it's the first week of school amari. i do not understand why i'm getting calls from your teacher already. mr.pierce does not appreciate the attitude you give him." she says sternly, with her eyebrows raised. the girl rolls her eyes, throwing her head back in annoyance. of course mr.pierce called her mother. she already couldn't stand the man and he'd only been her teacher for 4 days.
"ma, i wasn't even doin nothin wrong. notti was throwin shit at me and i turned around to tell him to stop." amari says defensively, because she really felt that she hadn't done anything wrong in pierce's class.
"i don't care amari. you always have an excuse for something." her mother says, her dominican accent becoming thicker the angrier she got. "i could not care less about what notti was doing. if you can't learn to focus in class you can go stay with your father." she said notti's name like it burned a hole in her tongue, like it left the most disgusting taste in her mouth. estella constantly threatened to send amari to her father, but she never actually did it because she couldn't stand amari's father at all. the girl just mutters a mhm before spinning on her heel and walking to her room, slamming her door loudly behind her. she picks up her phone off her bed, opening her facetime log, scrolling until she found notti's name and clicking on it to facetime him. after two rings, the boy's face popped up on her screen. his eyes were low and red, meaning he most likely just finished smoking.
"yo mar, what's good?" he asks, confused why the girl was calling him when they had just left each other a little over an hour ago.
"pierce called ya moms?" she asks. it was obvious that she was still irritated about the whole situation. notti just shakes his head, running his fingers through his loose, soft curls. "nahhh that nigga on my dick. he called my motha chattin some bullshit." she says laying back on her bed and hovering her phone over her face.
"damn." notti replies simply. his answers were all quick and concise because of how high he was. it made amari laugh how he couldn't even form full sentences. she could hear the noise over the phone and knew he wasn't alone, and she didn't like to feel like she was pulling him away from his friends.
