How Do U Want It?

xi

"Alright class, you're dismissed."

With those words, I was up and out in no time.

Since Dre's birthday, I've been feeling different. A way that couldn't be explained.

I never seen Dre so upset, he usually keeps a leveled head. Its so sad to see a calm and collected person to head into a downward spiral.

"Aye, Ebelle. You ain't said one word to me at all this week. You good?" Snoop came next to me as
I walked down the hallway. I nodded, "I'm straight."

I left him standing there as I exited the building into the parking lot.

As I padded down the pavement and hit the corner, I came to halt when a pair of arms snaked around my waist. And that could only be one person.

"Hey Tupac." I said under my breath.

"What's wrong? You don't wanna see me?" He removed his arms from my waist and turned me around to face him.

"I never said that." I briefly stated.

"Well then what's wrong? I know when something's wrong." Tupac said in a concerning tone.

"Nothin'." I whined. Tupac sat there for a second, thinking.

"Its about the other night, huh?" Tupac guessed spot on.

I remained silent, causing him to pull me into a hug. "I'm sorry, Ebelle. I know that was a rough night for you." Tupac rubbed my back.

"Lemme tell you what," he pulled away from me, "come over my house. We can watch a movie, and I'll make those brownies you been begging me for."

I thought about it for a second, and nodded. At the moment, I was having trouble being at home.

"Can you smile for me?" Tupac pleaded. I gave him a smirk, and he sucked his teeth.

"Come on," he tugged at my arms, "Belly." His nickname for me made me giggle, I hated it so much.

"There we go." Tupac proceeded to hold my hand and we started on our way to his house.

*

Upon arrival, I was feeling much better than before.

"Where's your mom and sister?" I asked him as I followed him to the kitchen.

"My mom is at work, and Sekyiwa's dad got her from school." He informed me as he reached in the cabinet for a box of brownie mix.

I pulled myself up and sat on the counter. "Since when you knew how to bake? When you first gave me them brownies I always thought your momma made 'em." I giggled at him.

"Anybody can bake, just follow the directions on the box, idiot." Tupac laughed.

"Yeah but your brownies are different. They taste like somethin' fresh out the bakery." I laughed.

"Well thank you, I'm flattered." He grabbed a mixing bowl and some other ingredients.

"I've been thinkin'," Tupac began to speak again, "I should get my nose pierced when I turn 16."

I shook my head, "That's gay. Plus you know how to bake, you gettin' fruity on me."

He frowned and chuckled, "How?"

"It just is. And your birthday is in June, its almost March. You got some ways to go before you get that piercing." I said with a smirk.

"Skip you then." He joked.

After about 20 minutes of us joking around and making fun of each other, we skipped the movie and took the brownies to Tupac's room.

"You collect a lot of tapes." I said with a mouth full of chocolate, as I dug through a crate full of record tapes. "You make these yourself?"