-Jayla-
I sat there in my last class listening to Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar. My eight hour is art. Maurice is in this class, but i don't know where he is. This was my favortie class. This is were I can let go and not. Today the art teacher told us to draw an animal. I decided to draw a blue nose pitbull.
Just as I was really getting into my drawing, someone pulled out one of my ear phones. I looked over and it was Maurice.
"hey Ma. What you listening to?" He asked as he put the ear phone in his ear. "Money trees? Who said you can listen to my song?"
"Boy this is my song. And i didn't know you liked this song, let alone Kendrick Lamar."
"Hell yea. I always listen to Kedrick Lamar." He said. I laughed. "Damn JayJay you drew this?" he said picking up my pitcure.
"Yep. Why?"
"This shit is dope. I didn't know you could draw like that."
"Theres alot you don't know about me." I said. He smiled.
"Yea what ever JayJay."
"JayJay?"
"Yea that's what Imma call you. And I'm the only one whose gonna call you that."
"Yea what ever." I said playfully rolling my eyes. Just then the bell rang.
"Okay class, if you didn't finish drawing your animal, take them home, finish them and bring the, back!" Mrs. Clark.
I got up and went outside. "Aye Ma. You got a ride today?"
"Nah I'm good. But thanks." I said pulling put my keys.
"Nice car, but I'm not really the big car type. But this a nice Range you got." Maurice said. I lovedmy white range rover. I got in my car and raised the window down.
"I think you should get going. Your girl staring kind of hard." I said smiling. He looked behind him.
"Yea you right. I don't feel like hearin' her." I laughed and he left. I drove off and went home. Nobody was here.
I went to go look at T.V and my phone vibrated. I had a text message. It was from Nate.
Nate: Hey beautiful.
I didn't respond. I didn't really feel like talkin' to him. We talked alot and I mean alot. He's always texting me. I don't know about him. I mean I like how he takin' time out of his day to text me, but something isn't right about him.
-Trecie-
Who does this little wanna be barbie bitch think she is? I'm gone for a couple of days and she all up in my man's face. I'm not surprised that Money got girls all up in his face, cause I mean look at him, but I am getting more and more pissed that he don't even do nothing about it. Like the other day we went to the movies and the snack bar bitch was all up in his shit flirtin' and shit like I wasn't there and did he do anything? No. He just flirted right back, but I didn't say anything because I knew better than to fuck with Money.
Money showers me in gifts and money. Shit more than half the stuff I got in my cloest is from him and when I get him mad, he don't get nothing for me for about at least three weeks. And he don't be giving me no dick. That be havin' a bitch be going crazy. So crazy he be havin' a bitch have to call one of her side hoes.
Yes I got side hoes. I mean if Money can do it so can I. I got plenty of niggas. I just don't let Money know that cause ain't no tellin' what he gone do.
