My Crush But Wrong Guy

Chapter 3

I woke up to my lil sister shaking me telling me to come downstairs to eat.

"Leave me alone faith"

"Mommy said come downstairs now"

"Stop touching me for I smack you"

"She said don't make her come up here, but I hope she do since you wanna be mean to me, hope she whoops your ass," she stuck out her tongue at me.
After I did the same, I told her I was tellin ma as I threw a pillow at her while she was goin out my room. You can hear her snitching that I threw it at her, as she go downstairs.

After a few minutes of pouting I got myself out of bed, threw on clothes and went down stairs. Half way down, the almighty smell of ribs, bbq chicken, mac&cheese, candied yams, and collard greens had my mouth watering. My stomach growls as I go downstairs.

"What? ma, you don't cook, what's all of this for? Who coming over, got you cooking?" I say as I walk in the kitchen.

"Asking all these questions like you pay bills around here. I'm having a friend from work over with her husband, can't remember if she said she has a kid..." she says putting her hand on her hip making a thinking face. "Child, I don't know but you need to take your butt back upstairs and put some clothes on." I roll my eyes and say "ma I have clothes on" as I look down at what I'm wearing.

"Girl don't roll your eyes at me, before they end up on the floor, and this lil black shirt and shorts isn't enough. So go change and stop talking back to me, and do what the hell I told you to do."
"What, mom, my shorts cover my butt and you can barely see my tummy, what's wrong with what I have on? " I say pouting

"It shows too damn much, that's what's wrong and it's your pjs. Go put some clothes on like I said. " she says as she just finished setting the table up.

"Ma, these don't show nothing and these are not my pj's, " little did she know, I sleep in my birthday suit. These are house clothes, we in the house ain't we? Plus who really gets dressy for a dinner in they own house for no reason. I am not about to waist a good outfit for this...

"Go talk to ya father because I'm not dealing with you today, ya ass is hardheaded. You wanna wear that, go ask ya dad and see what he say. If he say you can, then you can." she says as she sets the kitchen island up as a buffet with the food on it.

"That's not fair, ma you know he gonna say no. He'd say no to anything that's not covering my ankles, anything that's slightly tight, or don't come up to my chin." I say counting on my fingers of the things he doesn't approve of. I know I'm seventeen and most dads don't have a say in what their daughters wears at this age but my parents is more on the strict parent side.

"Welp too bad, life ain't fair but do you see me complaining, talkin back to my momma? My momma would've beat my ass for even putting my mouth to say something after she just told me to do something. That's what's wrong with your generation today, lil disrespectful shits. Ya all need ya asses beat, a good ole ass whoppin. " she says out to me as I huff and head back to my room

I wanted to shake my head, cause here she go...again! I am not no lil kid, somebody needs to tell them that. Shit somebody probably did, calling me hardheaded, I wonder where I got it from. Shaking my head, from they asses!

Half way up the stairs, somebody knocks on the door so I went to go get it, because you know, people can't hear when somebody at the door. You gotta bang on the door like you police. If they do hear it, they'll yell for somebody else to get it.

I yell who is it before opening the door.

"Hello?" I say as my mom comes to join me

"Oh hey girl, come on in, it's cold out here. Excuse my daughter," she waves to inside, steps out of the way, and looks at me. Well excuse me I was taught not to let strangers in the house, apparently it's okay now, I can do so. And I just got to the door, she so dramatic.
"Bianca, girl, you know how these teens can be."