Half Of 100 Million: Women, Parallels, and Harsh Realities (girlxgirl)

An Unexpected Call

Narrator

On this Saturday afternoon the wind whistled through the medium of trees as the hot sun beamed down on the damp pavement of the eroding apartment building. On that wet pavement sat Violette blaze, behind apartment 225. In her hand was a freshly lit blunt,the fire just as hot as the arid sun. Smoke filled the outside air as she exhaled slowly out of her mouth.

Violettes POV

The back door of the apartment squeaked unusually loud as i heard it open. Who the hell was it now? "Violette, didn't I tell you to stop smoking that shit" said Kaylen as she walked over to me. Instead of reacting I just took another puff of the weed, never looking her way. "Crackhead" she mumbled. My eyebrows furrowed "Excuse me". "I'm on the phone" she replied now standing next to me signaling a hush. Of course she was,everytime she gets on the phone she overreacts to try and get a reaction out of me, so her friends and family members can see "What an ass" I am. "Your phone kept ringing, I think it was that nigga you saw the other night" Kaylen said as she practically threw the track phone at me.

I saw no one the other night. And this woman wanted me to say the n word so bad, any chance she got she tried to pull the word out of me. So badly she wanted to be able to say I was "racist". "Helllooooo" she said getting closer into my face. Intentionally I began blowing smoke into her's. "What the fuck" Kaylen said waving her hand in her face attempting to redirect the smoke. "Sorry" I lied with a mischievous giggle that was quickly followed by a grin.

"Yeah, this bitch just blew that nasty ass cigarette smoke in my face" she babbled as she began making her way back towards the door, slamming it once she got inside. Of course, since I'm "white" it was a cigarette. I flipped the screen on my flip phone up to see 3 missed calls from an unsaved number. Who could this be? Wasting no time I clicked the green phone button in order to redial the unfamiliar number. Three rings went by before a familiar voice picked up, but something was different. "Hello" said a shaken voice of what seemed to have been Juniper. She hasn't been to school in days, and after the last time I'd seen her the last thing I thought she'd be doing was calling me back; especially from a different number. "Juniper?" I asked now laying my blunt on the damp ground. "I-It's me" she said sounding as if she had been crying. "Oh my god. Are you okay? I was starting to get worried" I replied. "K-Kinda" she shorthandedly responded.

After that jock ran fiasco Monday I wouldn't have been okay either. I've been called a whore,slut, and every damn thing else but I've never had that many people basically say it at once. "Is Monday still bothering you?" I questioned. "No-no not that" she said in a soft muffled voice as if she were trying to hide the fact that she was on the phone. I don't believe it. "Then what is it. I'm not stupid Juniper. I mean you actually fucking called me. There has to be something up" I explained as my hand ran through the cheap flowers that were pre-planted in the back lawn. Juniper released a light laugh. "I was gonna call you eitherway" she possibly lied. "Is that so?" I asked in disbelief. "Yeah, your pretty unforgettable" she whispered. It sent chills down my spine,her and that adorable little voice.

"Mhm,mhm, now what's really going on princess"I asked attempting to get back to the main subject. A wave of persistent silence washed over us. "It's not that important" she sighed. "Well you called me about it........so it had to be something" I said as the sun began beaming even harder on my pale skin. "The fuck, hold on" I said as I made my way back inside of the dimming apartment and sat back on the couch. The smell of fried chicken engulfed my senses as I noticed Kaylen in the kitchen, actually cooking something. "Okay, I'm back" I spoke, causing Kaylen to turn around. "I knew it was starting to smell like fish in here" she said with a devious grin before turning back around and proceeding to cook. Cut the shit Kaylen.