In Love With a D-Boy

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

~1 month later~

"Chardannay get the phone." My momma yelled down the hallway. I sighed. This boy is seriously going to get me into trouble.

"Hello." I said already knowing who it was because of my mom's attitude.

"Whas good witcha boo?" His voice made me shake my head but I smiled anyway.

"You are going to get me into trouble with all this calling."

"It ain't e'en like dat tol ya, I won't gonna call much."

"Yeah, you right. I get a break when you on the toilet." He laughed hard and I really liked the sound.

"Whatcha doin?"

"Nothing Tre. I just got home from school. You just saw me 20 minutes ago."

"Wha dat mean?"

"You so annoying." He laughed again and I was starting to think that I was his own personal joke. I shook my head. "What are you doing?" I questioned.

"Na shii, ridin' round."

"Oh you can just waste gas in this economy."

"Na it ain't like dat, just tryin ta chill. Ya tryin ride? I'll scoop ya."

"Umm I think not. My mom is not going for that at all." I replied.

"It ain't gotta be like that live a lil shawty. If ya moms wont ta meet me I'm down." He said. My eyes got wide and I started shaking my head as if he could see.

"Oh no. no. no." I conveyed my disagreement with his statement.

"No ta da ride or no ta meetin moms." He chuckled.

"No to both. I'll pass maybe some other time." I said with a slight smile of my own. Over the last month Tre had grown on me. He always made me smile even when I was annoyed with him.

"Aight that's wassup? If ya change mind ya can holla at me." There was a pause after his statement and suddenly a thought crossed my mind. Even though I saw him every day at school and we had been talking on the phone for a whole month I never really asked him anything about himself and he never really volunteered information. Usually, we talked about me.

"Tre how old are you?" I had been curious. He just didn't carry himself like anyone else that I knew. He seemed like he was a lot older but he was still in high school. I really really hoped he wasn't some super dumb dude.

"Fa real age ain't nunnin but a numba but if it's like dat, I'm 17."

"Really?" I was shocked by him being that young but also shocked at him being that old. "I'm only 14."

"Ya I know. Ya a freshman." He said it as if it didn't matter but my mom would definitely feel otherwise. Even though it's only 3 years she would probably freak out if I ever asked to go out with him.

"So what are you a junior?"

"Naw Ima senior. This my last year shawty." He sounded super excited.

"That's whassup?" I replied conveying his mood.

"Oh ya got a lil hood in ya?" He chuckled. He always picked on my lack of slang.

"Get out of my face. Errybody cain't talk like you shawty." I said imitating him. He laughed.

"Aight, aight. But I wanna be in ya face all the time but ya wont lemme. Iggin me at school an stuff sup wit dat Nay?" I knew it was coming. I had completely ignored him today but I just didn't really want anyone to know that we talked outside of school.