Vanessa Dylans Life

Chapter 3

"You to like each other". I heard from the door way. It was Kathy. I blushed.

"Mommy, I'm hungry". Jeremiah said rubbing his eyes coming in the kitchen.

"That's yo son". Triston said.

"Yes sir". I said.

"Baby come here". I said.  Jeremiah walked over to me.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked.

"Nuggets from Mc'Donalds. He said. Everybody laughed.

"Okay lets go and get you something to eat". I said.

"Can I ride with ya'll?" Triston.

"No". Jeremiah said.

"Why not little man?" Triston said.

"Cause you not getting non of my nuggets". Jeremiah said.

"I'm not". Triston said.

"Okay you can come". Jeremiah said.

"Okay you to lets go". I tried to grab Jeremiah's hand but he ran to Triston to pick him up. Triston picked him up.

"I think someone like's me. Now if only if your mommy would". Triston looked at me with lust in his eyes. I walked out and they followed me. The butler got my car and I got in. Triston put Jeremiah in his car seat and got in next to me and we drove to Mc'Donalds.

We pulled up to Mc'Donalds. We all got out and went in. We ordered our food and sat in a booth. I was eating and feeding Jeremiah. Jeremiah ate some more and fell asleep in my lap.

"I see little man get's all his looks from you". He said looking at Jeremiah over the table.

"Naw he looks more like his dad". I said looking down at my son.

"So what's yo life story?" He asked with lust in his eyes.

"Well, my mom was a drug addict and I never met my father". I said short and sweet.

"What about siblings?" He asked.

"I have a little brother named Xavier". I said.

"Oh". He said eating the last of his fries.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Well my moms died a year ago of breast cancer ans my dad is in jail and my little sister named Taylor is in collage". He said.

"Oh". I said messing with Jeremiah's curly hair.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asked.

"I'm not". I said a little to quick.

"Sure you aren't". He said.

"Why you ain't got no girl friend?" I asked.

"I haven't fought the right one". He said.

"You?" He said.

"My job and my son is enough". I said.

"Why you work there anyway? You to pretty to have men throw money at you ma". He said.

"First of all, it's fast and it keeps my body up and I could never find a real job at 16 and the strip club was the only place hiring". I said.

"If you were my girl I would have made you stop that job and went to school". He said sitting back in his seat.

"Excuse you". I said.

"Yes". He said.

"Why you sell drugs?" I said.

"Fast money". He said.

"Then me and you on the same page, fast money". I said. My phone started to ring and bye the ring tone I knew it was my grandma".

"Hold up". I said.

"Hello?" I said.

"Vanessa?" She said.

"Yes grandma" I said in a aggravated voice.

"Where Jeremiah?" She asked.

"Right here". I said. Triston was making funny faces. I laughed.

"Drop him off cause I know you got to work". She said.

"Okay grandma, thanks". I said. She hung up. Rude ass. I hung my phone up.

"Who was that?". Triston asked.

"My grandma". I said.

"What she want?" He asked.

"To watch Jeremiah". I said.

"I could have watched him for you". He said. I almost choked on my pop.

"Boy I don't know you like that". I said.

"Okay well how about dinner Friday?" He asked.

"Sure. That would be nice". I said. Triston got up.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"Home. I live right down the street and plus I have to shot some moves. Call me though". He kissed my cheek.  I blushed.

**** At Work >_<

I slid down the pole as I thought about Triston. I saw the men throw there money at me and call me bye my stage name. I went into the splits. I grabbed my money and left the stage as Pleasure P's "Feel the Rush" came to a end.

"And that was beautiful Nessa". Blaine said. I winked at him. I walked back to the locker rooms. I walked in and everybody got quiet.

"What the fuck y'all get quiet for?' I asked everybody.

"Who the fuck you talking to?" This bitch Kayla said.

"Bitch ain't nobody talking to you". I said putting my bra on.

"I heard you fucking with my man Triston". She said.

"Hoe far as I know he single" I said slipping on my jeans.

"Far as I know he my baby's father". She said. I turned around. I walked up to her.

"Listen, don't test me or you just might get this ass whooping that's been waiting on you". I said and walked away. I grabbed my over sized Micheal Kors purse and walked out. I got in my truck and lit my blunt. I laid back as the high took over me and I drove home.