Dating The Freemans

Part 8

Cindy's Pov.

Riley plays with my ponytail, often tossing it around. Ceaser stares at the screen, but its obvious hes not watching. Were all bored. Ugh. I should've just left with Huey and Jazz.

"Reezy les do sumthin!" I whine.

"Shut up bitch, I'm watchin tv," Cesear says.

I glare at him. "You gonna let him talk to me like that, Esco?"

Riley just stares at the screen, looking blank.

"Esco!" I punch him in the shoulder.

"Ah! Da fuck-" he rubs his shoulder. "Wut?"

Cesear chuckles and I shake my head. "Nevermind."

"Damn. You wanna do sumthin so bad, go comb yo hair or sumthin," Riley mutters.

"Aight. I'm out," I stand up. "See ya'll tomorrow."

Cesear says bye and Riley taps me on the way out.

I walk on the streets of Woodcrest back home and decide to take a short cut. I doubt mah momma will care if I'm at school or not. She probably too busy fuckin sum stranger.

Shes a hoe. Every night theres a different nigga. Mah dad? Hes a pimp. Hes the one who introduced me to the ghetto. I lived with him until I turned eight, thats when mah momma took me away to Woodcrest.

That was when I met Riley.

We were playing against each other in basketball. I thought he was cute, but I was eight, so it didn't matter. After our game we hung out more and he became mah homie. Whenever I'm with him, it feels I didn't have that sucky past.

I sigh.

I avoid thinking about my family, usually I suceed, but not now cuz I'm alone. The wind blows whipping my hair around my face. Maybe keeping it like this won't be so bad?

Thanks to the short cut, I pass a bar. Maybe I can take a few shots. I walk in and I'm immediately introduced to loud music and the smell of alcohol and sex.

Ceaser's Pov.

Me and Riley were so bored after C-murph left. At least we had a bitch to play around with. Me and Riley go out to play basketball. A few minutes later, a car comes up the driveway. Uh oh. Riley's Granddad comes out.

"Shit..." Riley mumbles.

His Granddad curses when he sees us. "Boy why ain't you at school?"

Fortunately for me, the questions directed to Riley. I smile, eager to hear what he'll say. Riley sees my amusement and sticks his tongue out.

"Boy! Ansa me!" His Granddad demands.

"Well...uh...I didn't want to go," Riley smiles.

I sigh and shake my head.

Smooth move dumbass.

"You didn't wanna go?? Boy..." He reaches for his belt.

"NO GRANDDAD!" At that moment, Riley sprints into the house, literally leaving dust behind him. I laugh.

"Boy wachu laughin at? You think you safe cuz you ain't him??" He says.

I lose my smile. Shit. "Uh...mah mommas probably worried...goodbye Mr Freeman." I drop the basketball and sprint home the other direction.

Granddad's Pov.

I shake mah head and pick up the ball. "Damn fools...thinkin just cuz I'm old I can't use a belt..." I walk into the house. "COME HERE BOY!!"