ᴏᴍɴɪꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏᴠ
ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛᴀ, ɢᴇᴏʀɢɪᴀ
ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
"You got it?" Kirah asked Miles as they were headed towards her front door
He groaned before huffing hard pulling his suitcase behind her until he was next to her.
"I'm not sure why you brought so much stuff."
"I thought we were staying longer." He says, "And I brought my game."
She shook her head as she typed in the code to unlock the door.
Walking in she sat her parked her rolling suitcase right by the door before helping Miles with his.
"Thanks." He says
"Are you hungry?" She asks him
He shook his head "Nah not really. I think I'm going to hit the gym."
"Really?"
He nods "Can I or did you want me to do something else?"
"You can go."
He just looked her before he walked off upstairs to his bedroom mumbling things under her breath.
A few moments later he came back down with his water bottle and left out of the front door without saying another word.
"I'm sensing a bit of an attitude but you been like that the whole trip to and in Wisconsin."
"Whatever." He mumbles waving him off but hissed when Kirah grabbed his fingers
"I suggest you thread lightly. I'm not one of your little friends so you would want to watch your words and tone when you're speaking to me. I shouldn't be letting you go anywhere with you fighting in school. AGAIN."
He sucked his teeth "I wouldn't have been fighting in school if you wasn't dating wack ass dudes."
"Excuse me?" Kirah asks, "Repeat that again."
"You had choose to mess with Ishmail and with him exposing you, I gotta deal with people saying shit."
"Ignore them, Miles."
"I'm not doing that. I shouldn't have to do that!"
"Watch your tone," she warned him
"Fuck outta here." He waved her off
Kirah raised an eyebrow using some of her force making his back push towards the wall harshly
"I don't know who you're talking to or where's your mind but you better find it because obviously you lost if you think you're talking to me like that." She says, "I'm not one of your little teammates or one of those fast ass little girls you be flirting or fucking on. You're in my house, everything you got in here- your room, your game, your clothes, basketball, food etc is because of me. Not you, mom, not your father who is nowhere to found.... ME!"
"I've been really trying with you for the past year and a half going on two years that you've been staying with me but you've been making it real fucking hard to be there for you when all you do is push me away. We was just good and now when I come back from my trip you fighting in school, getting suspended again. You didn't want to speak to mama, that's fine I had let you be. I get your upset with her and her choices so I didn't push or force you to talk to her but you're not about flip your anger or how you're feeling inside on me. I didn't do shit to you."
