Streets Not Safe

10

The sharp deep breath might've sounded like he was stressed but that was the complete opposite. The only sounds  which filled the house was him turning pages on his textbook and then a scribbling notes down when he felt the need to remember something. He felt like a mom on the kids weekend with their father. Free.  He got so much work done because Seriaha's mom took both the kids after Seriaha told her mom Casmir was stressed. He loved this village but always felt guilty because at the end of the day they were his responsibility. He didn't want them to be passed around and feel unloved because he did love them- he just didn't want kids at this age. Hell after he was done raising these two he might not want kids ever.   It took him awhile to mourn what his life could've been- thankfully Seriaha was a real best friend and she adapted and adjusted right along with him without even second guessing.

   Everyone wondered why his best friend was a girl, they wondered if they fucked or got into it a lot- truth was it wasn't. He grew up around Manuel, his brother and Osyris. Not to mention the troubled youth his dad adopted here and there , antz and the rest of the members although he wasn't allowed at the trap much they did come over for dinner when his mom cooked extra. Most boys in the neighborhood were into guns and drugs, although he did partake in smoking the whole guns and gang thing wasn't his cup of tea. Not to say Seriaha didn't whip him into getting his feet done and clear coat over his nails every once in awhile. He didn't mind listening to her boy drama because when he came out she listened to his. He felt like he got most of his notes done and moved in to the writing portion but of course as soon as he opened his computer his phone went off.

  None of their then a FaceTime call from Seriaha popped up, as if she knew he was thinking about her. "I'm busy" he responded after he picked up.

  "I miss youu Mirmir" Suhadee voice came out of the small speakers and he just let out a guilty sigh. "When are you not busy?"

  "Gimmie a hour or two" he responded and a long whine came from the other side.

  "I didn't even get to tell you bout school!" She argued and he chewed his inner cheek for a bit before glancing over at the phone seeing her hold the camera close to her face so all he could see was her nose eyes and forehead.

  "You can tell me when I come to get you" he responded and she just went silent. He was praying the girl didn't start her fake tears. Suhadee was nothing less of a bratt, it was his fault and of course the other adults around her but he always found it hard to say no to her.

  "Okay fine" she finally responded sadly. "Bye" within seconds she hung up and he knew she was probably going to be dramatic. She learned that from Syrain who was almost a bigger bratt then her. He sat there in the silence for a bit before starting his paper. The longer he waisted on the paper the longer it took him to deal with what was coming to him when he picked Suhadee up. His phone went off again and he didn't even look at it before answering.

"Su imma come get you soon" he spoke and a grown laugh came through.

"My names not Su but you can come get me" the voice was unrecognizable at first but then when he glanced over he saw Zavier looking into the screen peaking over a laptop screen.

"Oh shit- sorry, I didn't even peep- I thought my sister called me" he responded with a hint of embarrassment . Zavier just smiled and shrugged happy to see Apollo either way.

"You look stressed, classes not letting up?" He questioned and Apollo gave a look in agreement. It was nice to talk with someone who was going through what he was - at least in the school aspect.

"Something like that, never been the scholar type"

"You are, you just always had distractions" Zavier spoke and silence fell between the two "you know I can help you like old times, I can tutor you" he spoke and the two eyes met over the screens.