Jasmine POV
I ate a some ham and sipped my Pepsi shake.
"So, uhm, Samantha, what is it that you do?" Daddy asked.
"I am a artist. I paint all sorts of things." She answered.
"You ain't that good if I never heard of you." Letty said.
I dapped her for that as we cracked up. Zayne tried to keep a straight face but couldn't.
"Pay no mind to them." Daddy said. Sam gave the type if nod I-aint-worried-bout-them. "So how long have you and Brandon been together?"
"Two months." Sam answered.
"And she's the love of your life? You spoke out of line." I said.
"Jasmine, shut up," Brandon snapped.
"Bitch, you put the shut to the up. You barely know this bitch. What's her real hair color? Does she have STDs?"
"Why are you so pale?" Letty asked.
"Letty!" Daddy said.
"Hey, hey!" I screamed.
My baby kicked and I exhaled.
"You startled her." Paul patted my side.
"Its a girl?" Zayne asked.
"Yes it is." Paul smiled proudly.
"Did you know, when your Mama was pregnant, she drank Pepsi shakes every damn day? It was annoying." Daddy smiled.
"Shut up, Michael." Mommy smiled.
"Sam, how long have you lived in Georgia?"
"About sixteen years." Sam answered.
"Are you trying to trap my brother?" I asked.
"No. Don't worry child." Sam smiled.
"Don't speak to me like you know me hoe. Don't do it to ya self. I am not the one. She got me figety-figety-fucked up!" I said.
"Jasmine, you're pregnant!" Paul scolded.
"I wouldn't give a flying fat rat ass if I was pregnant or not! She not finna come up in here and talk to me like she the shit. When you're natural, boo boo, then you may speak." I said.
"Preach!" Letty banged the table.
"Song time!" Zayne shouted. We all, besides my parents and Apul and Brandon and his bitch, starred clapping a rhythm. Hip pop.
[Letty]
She gotchu fucked up
Oh , she gotchu fucked up
She gotchu fucked up
[Zayne]
Sitting at dinner with the FAM
All talking bout some non sense
Then , my sis said a mean comment
Leaving us all in suspense
This little white girl just stirred up some mess
Whoa there buddy , I advise you not do that
Jasmine is a bitch and she'll mother fucking kill that
I'm gonna stop right now cause Daddy glaring at me
Which means he's unhappy
I'm sorry , I'm supposed to act sweet
*Zayne stopped abruptly because of dad*
[All]
She gotchu fucked up
Oh , she gotchu fucked up
She gotchu fucked up
She got - she got - she gotchu fucked
[Me]
Told ya that better not say nothing to me
Unless you got some cheese
Cheese is money
Cheese is gold
He came up in here with some hoe
Don't get it twisted
Cause you're not listed
Among the baddest
Can't compare to me
So you're the saddest
So what I'm a Jackson and I ain't got no class
But look in my pockets
Boo, trust I got some cash
A painter
Bitch where
Yeah , I'm pregnant
But I'll still beat that ass
I don't care about that glare of Daddy's
Cause that shit will pass
Bye bye now
I ain't got time for you
Pretty sure you used to be a prostitute
[All]
She gotchu fucked up
She gotchu fucked up
Fucked-fuck-fuck .....
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
We stooped singing and Sam excused herself after complimenting our song. Daddy shook his head. Oh hell no. She did not turn Pops against me!
- I'll see you at the crossroads so you won't be lonely -
- omg , no matter how old Rob Lowe gets , hell always be Sodapop in my eyes . so sexy .
- ChunkyMonkey
