June 2nd - 5:46pm,
// Camrin
Thebe's motha made everything so awkward, bih. Like that shit was funny as hell and all, but why she put son on spot like that. Motha's with they no chill. It that was my motha, we'd be scrapping on sight, straight hoodrat shit. Lmao! Nah she'd beat my ass. Haha!
Like every five minutes or so I would ask him if he was alright, 'cause I know my shit would've been broken. She said she thought he was gay! I would've started crying, legit bitch tears man!
Like my whole confidence would've blew right out the fucking window. I would've been a fucking wreck. 'Butthurt crying', 'hacking' and 'boo-hooing' my ass everywhere.
I would probably dislike ('cause I can't hate her) my motha forever after that pull.
Poor Neruda. (Tehe!)
"You sure you gucci, son?" I asked, staring at him.
He laughed. "I'm good man, stop asking!"
I laughed too. "I can't help it, she like destroyed you! I felt some of my confidence shoot down the drain, and she won't even talking to me!"
He shook his head. "It's whatever, she had her rights. I would've assumed too, I don't bring home no females."
"Well please start, I don't need nobody thinking you with that booty touching shit." I said.
He burst out laughing and nodded. "Aight."
"I'm so serious Thebe," I glared at him.
He chuckled. "I got you, baby-girl."
I blushed, and turned away from him quickly. Dude, chill the fuck out.
"Why you always blushing? You like that name or some?" Thebe asked, smirking.
"Shut the fuck up, Neruda." I smirked.
His smirk dropped and turned into a hard glared. He shook his head. "You play too much."
"You started it." I laughed.
"Hmm, but foreal, you always blush whenever I call that, what that name mean to you?" He asked.
I sat up a little. "My pops used to call me that all the time. I was like his favorite, or at least that's what I thought." I laughed, pausing.
Thebe laughed too, "what happened to him 一I mean, is he still in your life?"
I shook my head, frowning a little. "Nah, he got another women pregnant and mama threw his ass out. That's when I legit started hating the ground he walked on. Moms is good people, she ain't did nothing but treat a nigga right, so when you pull some fowl shit like that, you practically dead to me."
"Damn." Theb mumbled. "So do you still talk to him, I mean.. I don't know." He laughed.
I did too, before clearing my throat. "Nah, not really- I mean sometimes, 'cause he sends us money and shit, even thought he not on child support anymore. 'Cause Ulani and I are both overage. He try to talk to us over Facebook and shit, but I just delete the messages. I don't have time for him, especially if could've still been in my life, like nah bih."
