Bria
This week was the last week of summer. Once school start back we're going to be official seniors and to be honest I wasn't ready to go back.
"Aye somebody need to take the trash out." I hear my momma yell.
"ISAAC!" I yell.
"He went to his friend house." Denise say walking downstairs texting. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she had on a dark purple lipstick which went well with her complexion.
"Where you going?" Nina asked walking to the fridge.
"Out." Denise rolled her eyes at Nina before mouthing 'text me' I nod as she walked out the backdoor.
"It's trash day someone need to take the trash out." My momma say walking downstairs. "Nina it's your turn for the dishes."
"Ugh!!" She groaned before trudging to the sink. I laughed watching her.
"Shut the fuck up!" She snapped at me. Luckily my mom was out the kitchen already.
"Girl calm down just cause you mad." I laughed as she rolled her eyes at me speaking something in spanish. Lately she been with her biological family but chose to stay here.
"BRIA TAKE THE TRASH OUT! THE TRASH RUNNING TODAY!" my mom shout making me roll my eyes.
I grabbed a pair of gloves and went to the backyard grabbing the trashcans.
"Haha!" Nina yell with a laugh. I flicked her off before walking to the front. I swiped my hair out my face as a look to my left.
I seen a moving truck. I stop as I look to the older guy who was talking to my stepdad. They looked around the same age. They was laughing and I couldn't help but to be nosy.
I notice a younger boy around my age carrying in boxes. A little girl was right behind him skipping.
His lean muscles as he walk shirtless. His 6 pack on display for many eyes to see. His fade cut, and a nice set of lips. His hair was straight and his skin had a glow. His face was clear but he looked mean.
"Bria." My dad caught me staring. He eyed me and summoned me over. I sat the trash can down and walked over to him.
"Yea?"
"Remember Martin when you was younger?" I looked at my dad confused. I stared at the guy and shook my head.
"Man I remember when she was like this." He leveled his hand to where his legs where. "You don't remember me?"
"No I'm sorry." I apologetically smiled. He nod to the guy I was just checking out minutes ago. "You and my son use to be close." That caught the boys attention. The boy looked at me then his dad. "Malik come here boy."
Malik sat the box down and walked up to us. His eyes staring right at me. He stopped right in front of me and looked at his dad who was next to him.
"Remember Bria?" He asked with a smile. Malik had a straight face, and looked at me. He looked me up and down and shook his head.
"Y'all use to be close since y'all diaper days." His dad informed him "had a little crush on each other."
"His name sound familiar but I don't remember." I shrug.
"You left when she was four I doubt she'll remember." My stepdad say.
"You right. Well Malik this is Bria, Bria this is Malik my eldest son of 18 years. He turned 18 on August 14th."
"My birthday on August 15th." I smile. Malik nod not smiling back.
That's rude.
"Anyways what you doing outside lil girl." My dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
