TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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👧Tajea POV 👧

The minute my tired ass threw down on my bed (Oh, I missed it so much), there came Regina, barging in as if knowing I’d be there at that time and inquiring about my new job. And I told her exactly what happened between Mr. Prick and me. This made her laugh so hard that her eyes bled with tears. Unbelievable. This is not funny. Not one bit.

“Girl! In a few months, you might be able to buy yourself a nice house!” She carried on all excited and vulgar, even slapping my back, which stings a lot, by the way. “And a car while you’re at it. Man, you’re lucky. You hit the jackpot. Who’s your mama? I am.” Ha ha.

Crazy ass. Rolling my eyes.

“Did you miss the part where I said my boss’s son is a bastard?”

“Yes, I did,” she replied. “But I’m sure you are just being overdramatic, as always.”

“I hate that little prick.” I cursed under my breath. Men are just the worst. They have no values or morals. Ugh! I hate them.

“Did some guy manage to get under your really thick skin?” Regina teased. This made me even more upset. How could she say such a thing, knowing how disgusted I am about these wretched creatures?

“PFF, as if. You know where I stand when it comes to those monsters.”

“Overreacting,” she mocked me, and this made me scoff. “Besides, not all men are monsters.”

Yes, they are.” And she can’t convince me otherwise.

“I pray the Lord will bless you with a nice husband. If it’s His will, in Jesus’ name. Amen.” Regina prayed while resting her hand on my head.

“Well, prepare to be disappointed. That will never happen.” This girl will never, ever be with another man-ster. I’d rather eat my head and belch through my ass.

“Never say never, Taj. The Lord works in mysterious ways,” she said, and I rolled my eyes. It’s not that I don’t believe in God, because I do. The mere fact that I’m alive is because of his mercy, and I’m thankful. But the thought of me being with another man repulsed me.

“Whatever. Speaking of men, are you still dating that thing? What’s his name again?” I had changed the topic before this conversation took a wrong turn.

“His name is Tyrone,” she responded, way too excited. This man got her hooked. “And yeah, I am. He’s the sweetest.”

“Lollipops are sweet. Babies are the sweetest,” I commented.

“Well, his lollipop is sweet.” She retorted, and from the look on her face, I can tell she was reminiscing about dirty things. “And he was once a baby.”

“And he grew up to be a man-ster,” I added.

“You seriously need to get some, girl. Lack of it is making you too crazy.” She laughed at me.

“Well, crazy is good.” My mother always said it’s better to be safe than sorry. She also said relationships were like going to war sometimes. Some you win, others you lose. I’ve decided to just play it safe and stay away from it all.

“And so is getting some now and then,” she clapped back.

“Not interested.” I scoffed.

“We’ll see how long you can be so cold, robot cop,” she said, pinching my nose.

I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, I have a long day today. I need to restore my energy to deal with that place in the morning.”

“So you are putting me out now that you are rich?”

“Yes. Now get out.”

“Just know that when you get your first paycheck. We are going shopping,” she nags. “Your wardrobe is ancient. Way past the dinosaur era. Nobody makes or wears clothes like yours anymore. Not even my mother. You should go to prison just for wearing such ugly clothes.”

“Speaking of clothes, was it your idea with the work uniform?” I voiced my displeasure.

“Of course it is. I can’t let you go out looking like a fashion reject. Ugh! Every time I see you in those ugly old rags, I just want to fight you. I want to rip them off of you. And I also want to go to war with that rat nest you called a hairstyle.”

“You’re so mean.” I feigned being offended by her remarks. Besides, there is nothing to take offense to. I know she is acting this way out of love, or maybe I’m stupid.

“And you have no sense of fashion,” she muttered like a child.

“If you weren’t my friend, I’d whoop your rude ass,” I threatened playfully.

“Come on, honey.” She turned her ass up to me, tempting me to spank her. This girl is so disgusting, in a good way. You can’t help but love her. “I dare you.”

I burst out in laughter, and she did the same.

“Anyway, I’ll get going.” Regina gathered her things, gearing up to leave. “And do remember to get a shower, young lady. You smell like old, dirty gym socks.”

Ugh, I had no intention to go into any more water today. I don’t need to since I sleep alone. It’s also a free world. I can do as I please. Well almost.

“I will, Mother.” I replied just to get her off my back, but she knew better.

She glared at me like a fierce cat, her face serious like a judge. “Right now, young lady.”

“Alright,” I whined as I got out of bed. I then undressed as I made my way into the shower to do as I was told. Ugh! She ain’t even my mother.