Long Beach, CA/ The Apartment/ Tuesday, August 20th/ 10:27 AM/ Jahseh's Pov
I woke up with the sun shining directly into my eyes. Goddamn, what time is it? I rubbed my eyes and glanced the the clock on my nightstand. Almost 10:30, why am I up so early? I rolled my eyes before groaning and looking at my ceiling. I got home around 1:30 or so last night. Work was brutal last night, I mean as the night went on it got more crowded. I was running from table to table. Thank God for Reggi saving me that extra food, it's like he knew I was gonna need it because I devoured all of it on the way home. Note to self: Don't forget to bring Reggi snacks when I see my mom this weekend.
That guy was staring at me the whole night though. Every time I passed his table or went to check up on them, I had no clue who he was and it was lowkey like creeping me out but it's whatever, he probably thought I was a pretty nigga. I mean, I am a pretty lil nigga so I don't blame him. I wonder if Symere left yet or if he even has class today at all. I know he has classes 3 days a week but I'm not sure when they are. I probably should've asked him yesterday but whatever.
I rubbed my eyes and sighed. I wonder what I was gonna do today, I don't have any work or classes to attend. I cleaned the apartment on Saturday so I don't need to clean. I could probably make something to eat but I honestly doubt there's anything to make a meal with out there. I could take a walk around campus and see what's up...Nah, that would make me look lonely and friendless. And I am not lonely or friendless.
I sat up and did a little stretch. I felt my stomach growl and I rolled my eyes. I'll see what's on campus maybe. Or if Symere is still here he'll probably have an idea. Matter of fact, let me get up and see if he's even home so I can plan accordingly. I threw the blanket off of me, making sure to get it fully off of my body because I did not need a repeat of yesterday. I got out of my bed and opened my door. "Sy!" I shouted sticking my head out of the door.
"Yo" I heard him call from the kitchen. I walked out of my room and down the hallway. "What's up?" he spoke as I walked into the living room. "I'm hungry, man. You tryna eat?" I tilted my head. "What do you think I'm doing? Standing in the kitchen for my health?" He raised an eyebrow. I raised an eyebrow and slightly scrunched my face. "You've been hanging around my mom too much," I said under my breath as I sat on the couch.
"Whatever, do you want a breakfast sandwich or nah?" he crossed his arms. "Yes, please" I sighed laying down on the couch with my feet up. I love Symere, he's always like 2 steps ahead of me. I actually had no clue what to do with myself, I couldn't bring myself to just relax. I need to do something. I let out a yawn, and maybe that thing I needed to do was sleep. I have not been getting the best sleep lately for whatever reason.
"Jah, why is Darius texting you" I snapped my neck in his direction, nearly rolling myself off the couch. "What?!" I shouted frantically getting up and he snatched my phone off of the counter and put it behind his back. "Symere, please stop fucking around" I spoke with adrenaline running through my body. Even though I hated the nigga, I was still curious about what he had to text me about. Just reading it won't hurt, right? I don't have to respond to him.
"Jahseh, the nigga fucked you up. I'm not letting you go in that toxic ass cycle again," he spoke in a stern tone. "He's a dick. You were just complaining that you fucking hate him" He stuck his neck out. He's not wrong but I just want to see. What could make him unblock me? "Furthermore, I thought his dumbass was blocked" He scrunched his face. I sucked air through my teeth and looked away from him.
See, I may have lied about that. I hate the nigga, but I don't hate him enough to the point to block him because I lowkey want him to unblock me and text me just so I can have new reasons to hate him. "You liar" Symere pouted. "Jah, we agreed to leave his ass alone. He's trifling as shit" I rolled my eyes. "Sy, please let me see my phone. I just wanna see the message" I pleaded. He crossed his arms and gave me a look like he didn't believe a word I said.
