Black Women One Shots

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 (𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐅)

Written by jaeebreezy

Thank God it's Friday. I say to myself as I grab my things from out of the uber I took to my job. I did not want to be here, and I also do not want to be broke and living on the streets. So I walked by ass on into the building and straight to the elevator. Once I was inside of the elevator, my mama sent a text to me saying good morning. I looked down at my phone as three other people walked in. I could hear the two to my right talking amongst themselves and the one to my left was quiet. I was glad that my mama had texted me, because it was too early and I am not a talkative person in the mornings. Scratch that, I am not a talkative person at all, especially when it comes to strangers.

I sent the reply back to my mama quickly. I was excited to talk to her. I always am. My intermediate family and I are close. So when I decided to move from my home state and start a new journey in Harper's Bay, it was a major change/shock on my end. I never thought that I would see the day that I moved from my parents house and away from the family I knew my whole life. Hell, even when I was accepted to colleges out of the state after high school, I didn't take the opportunity. I knew just how much I would miss my family, I still miss them even now. But when Saint and Mika mentioned that they wanted to start somewhere fresh, I mentioned that I too was thinking about it heavily in the back of my mind. It was high time for me to spread my wings and take a leap of faith. Pulling my attention back to the text thread with my mama, I sent my reply to her asking what I had planned for the weekend. My only weekend plan was to sleep and do absolutely nothing but stay in bed and exist. I didn't have any schoolwork due this weekend which was the greatest gift I received that week. But I knew better than that, I knew that Brett, the man that I occasionally babysat for, would text or call me at the last minute asking if I had any openings available to babysit. And no matter how tired I would be, I would say yes. Of course I would, that was more money in my bank account, easy money made in fact. As I type up the response, I could feel eyes on me from the left side. But instead of looking up to meet the strangers ' eyes, I keep my attention on my phone. But as I continued to text my mama I could STILL feel the strangers' eyes set on me. Now, while I am not the confrontational type, I hate it when people stare at me. Not only does it make me uncomfortable, it's hella rude. Definitely when it was coming from a complete stranger, and especially in this case when we were the only two people in the elevator now that the other two people got off on the 5th floor. So I was now alone with this creep in the elevator. Instead of looking up and saying anything to the man, I did what I do in any situation where I am alone and felt uncomfortable. I cut my eyes at the man, slightly roll them and slip my right hand into my cardigan pocket and grab a tight hold of the safety keychain that held my small blunt force stick. I looked up at the numbers on the elevator, noting that we were only on the 10th floor and I would be getting off on the 22nd. I make a deep sigh of frustration, the annoyance of the situation clearly on my face.

A second later, I could hear the man let out a chuckle. Like I said, I am not the confrontational type, but from him staring and then now laughing, it was highkey pissing me off. Because what the fuck was so funny? I kept my eyes trained on the numbers as they went up on the small screen.