Jameel Jr.
I couldn't sleep. It was hard as hell to wrap my mind around everything. I was debating if I should tell Tracey or not. Hell naw. That girl crazy as hell. She would be hurt like hell if she knew I fucked someone else. I had to tell somebody. This shit was eating at me. "Fuck.", I said under my breath.
I picked up my phone to call Tracey. I was a little hesitant but I found the courage to call her. I went to my contacts, went to "Bae" and called her. It rang four times then went to voicemail. I tried calling again. Got her voicemail again. Maybe she was in the shower or something. But she aint been texting me or called me all night. I decided to just go to her house and see what she up to.
I looked at my phone one last time and checked the time. It was 12:45 a.m. She is usually still up. If she went out she would have told me so I know she's home. I got up off the bed and grabbed my keys off my night stand. I put my phone, turned out the light, and left the room. I went down stairs and saw my aunt in the kitchen. She wasn't looking my way so I eased my way out the door without her noticing. I definitely didn't want to make eye contact with her. I was still in shock.
I walked down the walkway and to my car which was parked on the road in front of the house. I got in the car and started it. I took my phone out to see if Tracey called back. She didn't. The shit was pissin me off so I turned on some music to calm my nerves. I went to Pandora and just let The Weeknd Station play. The Hills came on and I started to vibe to it.
I drove to her house jamming to slow songs the whole way there. She stayed about 25 minutes away but it only took me 15. As I was pulling up I noticed a red Charger parked in front of her house. I never seen the car before. Tracey doesn't drive and her mom's car is a grey Cadillac. I was curious to who it was. The only thought that would cross my mind was a nigga was in that car and Tracey was in there with him.
As I got closer I noticed the car rocking a little. I parked in front of it and hopped out of it, leaving the car on and everything. I jogged to the passenger side and opened the door. The girl looked at me shocked and so did the dude. I was shocked too. The girl wasn't Tracey but her little 13 year old sister Tatiana. The dude had to be at least 18. They were in the driver's seat with it pushed back. She was bottomless and straddled on top of him.
"The fuck, nigga?", the dude said a little angry.
"Please don't tell my mom Meel.", Tatiana pleaded.
"Yo this aint none of my business. I thought it was Tracey. Do you.", I said to her. I just shook my head, closed the door, and walked off.
I walked up to their house and opened the screen door since the other was wide opened. I walked pass the living room and went to the hall and then straight to Tracey's room. The door was closed so I opened it and what I saw made my blood boil.
Meet Tracey
"Aye mama, Im goin out tonight.", I usually don't tell my mom if I'm going out or not but I wanted to give her the hint that I wasn't watching my little sister so her drunk ass can go drink her life away.
"No the hell you ain't.", she replied with a little slur. She was drunk as always.
"Um. Yes I am.", I said walking off. She didn't try to follow me this time. must be too drunk to even walk.
I walked down the hall and went to my room. I went to my dresser, opened the bottom right drawer and pulled out my high waisted, distressed, lavender jeans. I then went to my closet and took out my black H&M sleeveless jean vest. I decided to wear a bra under my vest this time and took out my lavender aced bra that I got from Victoria's Secret. I laid out my clothes on my bed neatly and walked to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and got undressed. When the water was just right I got in.
