JUST CREEPIN'

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JUST CREEPIN'

A'JOURIE WRIGHT
SEPTEMBER 26th; TUESDAY

"DADDY, I GOT this. How long have I been doing this?" Jourie looked at her father with a stoic expression on her face.

The man looked back at his daughter running his hands over his braids. "Shit ion know, a long time." He shrugged his shoulders.

Sometimes looking at her was scary, she was like a spitting image of him at her age. "Exactly, so back up." She shooed him away, moving the loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She took the electric wrench attaching it to the lug nut to the tire on the blue Nissan Altima that she had been working on since she got from school.

Zayden watched his daughter screw all them back in tightly, before she stood to her full height. "All done." She smiled sweetly.

The girl was dressed in a white wife beater, and black basketball shorts. Her shirt was smeared with old car oil, and black streaks from the tires she had been changing, but it didn't matter really.

When ever she wanted to earn some extra money she would come to her dads auto repair shop and work for him. Just like lanyah, she grew up watching her father work on bikes, motorcycles, cars , and things of the sort.

He eventually opened up his own business like Kyaire did—and zayden, Kyaire, and Samir were all successful living on top of money.

Hence why they had homes built in a new city aside from the one they grew up in. They only moved one city up north to Clearwater. It was ghetto in some parts of the city, but of course they lived in an suburban area.

"Preciate you jourie. That's exactly why yo pay check be lookin nice." He bluffed , roughly pulling his daughter closer to him to ruffle her hair, instantly pissing her off.

"No way you just did something so disrespectful. I don't play about my hair dad. Don't let me tell you again." She glared at him seriously, running her fingers through her silky bundles used for her sew in.

"I'm going back to the reception desk, I need a break and some water." She told her dad, eyeing her dirty hands. This was the only time that she allowed her self to look so messy.

"Alright." He agreed, walking back over to the car he and his employee had been working on. She smiled and turned around heading inside, being hit with the blasting air condition.

"I'm telling you man, now I understand why these girls be lying. I'm finna fuck around and tell her she got me pregnant." She heard the family voice complaining.

She had no choice but to giggle lowly. He said the weirdest things.

"Nigga you a trip." Sahid laughed at his older cousin shaking his head. "Wassup jourie?" He acknowledged her so that his cousin didn't say anything else.

"Hey Sahid. Bam." She rolled her eyes reaching behind the counter in the mini fridge for a bottle of water.

Bam smacked his teeth. "Wassup ma? Imma let the bam shit slide. You trynna take a ride wit us or what?" He revealed the reason they were there.

She eyed him skeptically, "where Samaria?" She raised an eyebrows with a perplexed expression on her face.

"In the car. So that mean you coming?" He tried not to show how happy he was. Despite their history, he loved the girl a lot. He swore if she just gave him one more chance to prove himself he knew it would be worth it.

He knew she wanted him to gain her trust back and he wasn't above doing that. Anybody could call him what they wanted. He had heard it all from his own sister.