"You just changed when your father died! Do you know how much money I'm losing to drop everything and pick you up just because you gotten into a fight?," my mom yelled as I stormed in the house. They suspended me for five days for not only for fighting her but for fighting her in the office, too.
"No, mom, you did. You don't even have time to talk to me anymore, all you do is work and go on pointless dates. You don't even want to pour a 40oz. for dad on his birthday."
I had her speechless. I just walked up the stairs to my room. I stood on my tippy toes to grab the scrapbook box in the closet that my 9mm was in.
I kissed the heavy piece of metal that was in my hand. Tears slipped out my eyes as memories flooded my head.
"Hey baby, look what daddy bought you," my father handed me a box. I wondered what it was. Please not anymore boxing gloves, I hoped.
I opened the box and a silver 9mm was revealed. He put it in my hands and taught me how to hold it. "Daddy, it's heavy," I complained. "Stop, now put it away."
"Look, my daughter is intelligent. Don't be a fool, okay? This is for emergencies. Nothing else, understand?," he asked.
"Okay, daddy," I assured.
I covered my mouth as tears took over my talking. "I...miss you, dad," I spoke up. My phone rang indicating that Taylor was calling me. It took me a minute to get myself together.
"Hey, Tay Tay," I greeted with my raspy voice.
"Girl, come to the basketball court. There are some cute ass tendas out here," Taylor sang.
"Hold up, I'm going to get dressed," I replied. I walked in my mini walk-in closet and grabbed my dark denim cut off shorts and a blue Nike shirt with my blue Air Max 97's. After touching up my hair I proceeded downstairs.
"Where are you going, looking like a prostitute? Change those shorts," my mom scolded folding her arms.
"Dang, why I gotta be all that?
And to the park, ma. If you allow me." She nodded her head telling me I can go.
"But please, put on a jacket," she continued. I walked back upstairs and grabbed an all black hoodie and tied it around my waist.
"Bout time, girl. The sun almost made me melt!" Taylor yelled when I finally got there. I started laughing when she was hitting the quan.
"Girl, look ova there. I see something you might like," Taylor said as she bit her li looking over at the new boy's direction.
I looked to my right and saw the new boy in my class. "Ooh, bitch, I heard he's from Philly, too," she giggled sucking on a white air head.
I glanced his way and saw him taking his shirt off revealing his toned six-pack. I swear he doing this on purpose. He looked my way and gave me that million dollar smile.
"Baby, won't you come her way! She got something she want to say!," Tay sang out loud. I bumped her shoulder and she jerked forward almost tripping over her two feet.
"Boo, you can front all you want, but, you know you want him."
I sat on the swing and saw him and some boys approach us. "If y'all want some pussy, y'all need to go somewhere else!," Tay blurted out. How was she going to call me over here but proceed to cock block.
"Taylor, shut up," I growled not trying to embarrass myself in front of him.
"Wow, your friend is something else," he said walking towards me.
"Yeah, that's my girl tho," I replied looking away. I felt my cheeks getting hot as he licked his lips. I could have all that mouth but when it comes to this boy, the cat got my tongue.
"My name is Julian, and you are?," he greeted.
"Loyalty."
"Loyalty. That must say a lot about you, baby girl," Julian told me, placing his hand on my thigh and gently squeezing. I placed my hand over his, looking up at him and smiling. Our gaze broke when the boys started calling him back to continue the game.
"You know, I want to get to know you better. Here is my number. Bang my line. I mean, it's all up to you," I unlocked my phone and saved him as a contact.
He kissed my cheek and ran to the basketball court to join his nagging friends. Julian. I just might have a crush on you.....
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Unfazed
Teen Fictionun·fazed ˌənˈfāzd/ adjective not disconcerted or perturbed. "No one loves me. No one is going to." Loyalty Nina Parker, a senior at Crenshaw High, thought that for a long time. Born and raised in Hyde Park, L.A., Loyalty's life seems to be a blur. A...