We turned to see a MiMi Faust look alike standing with a clipboard.
"Yeah there is. Yo boy Mr. Haynes here tried to rape my girlfriend. And I ain't going for it." Romeo stated, still holding a terrified Mr. Haynes against the wall.
"Is that true?"
"N-no Mrs. Franco." Mr. Haynes said nervously.
"Don't lie Eric. Y'know I have video evidence." Mrs. Franco raised an eyebrow.
"I um..." He trailed off.
"Kenny, look on the monitor for hall six, room twelve. Tell me what you see. Go back about thirty minutes." She said into a walkie talkie.
"Yes ma'am."
Romeo let Mr. Haynes go and wrapped a protective arm around my waist.
"Mrs. Franco, I have bad news. It looks like Mr. Haynes tried to come on to a young lady. She tried to walk away but he grabbed her. Looks like an attempted sexual assault."
"Thank you Kenny."
"Welcome."
Mrs. Franco looked at Mr. Haynes and stepped up to him.
"Leave the premises now. I should press charges on your trifling ass." She snarled.
"B-but I..."
"Now Eric!"
Mr. Haynes left the building and she turned to me.
"Get ready, you're up." With that, she walked away.
Romeo took my hand and led me back to my mom. I removed my hoodie and put my ballet slippers.
"Good luck Jehari. Remember, you got this. I love you." Romeo kissed me.
"Your daddy is watching over you." My mom gave me a hug.
"Thanks."
I walked through the doors and gave a teenage girl my music.
"Hello Jehari, what are you performing today?" Mrs. Franco asked politely.
"A contemporary ballet piece to Nicki Minaj's Grand Piano."
"Okay. Ready when you are."
I nodded and qued the girl. Taking a deep breath, I began the piece that I worked so hard on.
Once I was finished, I stood breathlessly waiting on my fate.
"I didn't like it."
_____________________________Romeo
I paced the hallway as Mama played Trivia Crack on my phone.
"Romeo, who won this years NBA Championship?"
"Golden State Warriors."
I continued to pace, the wait becoming harder and longer. This is all Jehari ever dreamt of, and I prayed that her dreams came true.
"Romeo, who is the youngest person to ever play for the Atlanta Falcons?"
"Romeo Montana."
I paced some more and ran my fingers through my curly hair.
"Romeo, who did Nicki Minaj slay with a sling?"
"Goliath."
"Romeo, where did Waldo go?"
"Nobody knows."
"Romeo, sit yo ass down."
I looked at Mama like she lost her mind. She cussed at me like it was an everyday thing for her.
"Mama, stop thugging! You are a child of God."
"He ain't through with me yet. I think I'm gonna be Tupac's neighbor in Heaven's ghetto."
Not once did Mama look at me, her eyes stayed on the screen as she trash talked.
A few minutes later, I heard a door open and saw my baby walking with her head down.
"What happened sweet thing?"
"I got in!"
I hugged my baby and kissed her passionately.
"That's great baby!"
"And guess what?"
"Wassup?"
"I get to go to Europe over the summer! I'll be studying abroad with different people. I can't wait!"
I chuckled at how Jehari acted. It was like she was a kid in a candy store.
"I'm proud of you Jehari." I kissed her cheek.
Mama hugged her and then I took her things. I decided to celebrate with her tonight by taking her out to dinner with our friends and family.
She got in...I'm so proud of my baby.
Niggas is sleepy so this might be boring. Vote omand shit though.
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Ficción General"Pretty is what pretty does, you'll always be pretty because you're still filled with love." •Lyfe Jennings