Before this chapter starts, Chapter 12 will be in either 2 parts or 3. I have a lot planned for Chapter 12 and I can't fit it all into one chapter, but it isn't enough to make it Chapter 13. Be patient with me and enjoy.
Carter
Thursday, 1 A.M.
7 Hours and 51 Minutes. That's how long it took to get to Atlanta. Every 4 hours Tiff and I would trade off driving. We were now in Atlanta and I was going to call Christian and my mother to let them know we got here safely.
"Do you know where August live?" Tiffany asked.
"Nope. And you know what? I don't care. Ima find that shit." I laughed.
"I forgot how crazy you get when you're pregnant." Tiffany shook her head.
I texted Christian and decided to call my mom.
"H-hello?" Mama answered.
"Heeyy ma... what you doing?" I asked in a skeptical voice.
"Nothing. What's wrong baby?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing. I was calling to tell you that we have arrived here in Atlanta safely." I stated.
"Oh that's nice. I'll talk to you later honey." And with that, she quickly hung up.
"What mama doing?" Tiffany asked.
"I dunno. She was acting strange. I don't want to text August, but I need to." I sighed.
I mentally prepared myself for what was about to happen. Either this was going to be a disaster or this was going to better our weird ass relationship.
Me: What's yo address?
Aug: Why you wanna know? You stalking me or something?
Me: I need to know so I can come in the morning.
Aug: Come tonight, I'm not letting y'all sleep in a hotel, motel shit.
Me:What's yo address?
After begging and pleading, he finally told me his address. I typed it in the GPS and Tiff started driving to his house.
"Nigga be playing games."
"I ain't like them other niggas, and I ain't bout to play no game witcha. You know what yo problem is, you don't ever see the big picture. OUWEE! I want you take me seriousssss, oh babyyy, I want you to take me serious!" Tiffany sang.
"You so damn goofy." I laughed at my best friend. "So what's up with you and Jerome?"
"We friends, but I want to be something more y'know? He's cute, I'm cute, I'm single, he's single, I'm straight, he's most definitely straight, what's missing here?" Tiffany stated.
"Maybe he's not ready for a relationship." I shrugged.
How can I give relationship advice, when I'm having problems of my own?
We pulled up in this long ass driveway and got out.
"August know we here?" Tiffany asked.
"He know now." I smirked after I sent him a text.
"You know he love you right?" Tiffany asked.
"Sure." I shrugged.
August came outside with some basketball shorts and no shirt on. Will this negro please put on a shirt?
"Y'all coming in the house?" He asked.
"You got any food?" Tiffany asked.
"Uh yeah.." He laughed.
