"Girl what the hell? Hold on." He said holding one if his fingers up, trying to catch his breath. He finally got catched up. "Now like I was saying, how the, what the hell was that? How in the hell did you beat me?"
"Well if you must know, when I was 12 my dad always come outside with me and we went running together all the time. He used to train me to be a good runner. And then one day we raced and I beat him. But that was only cuz I wanted some ice cream."
"Oh for real ma? What does your dad do for a living?"
"He use to work in the military. He was a Marine."
"He use to?"
"Yea use to."
"What happened?"
"He's still in the military he's just not a cook anymore."
"So where is he now?" I wanted to cry when he asked me that. Cause at this point I don't know where he's at. All I know is that he's in a war in Afghanistan, then going to Iraq. I started to tear up a little, but I did not cry. Then next thing ya know a tear fell and I caught it with my thumb.
"He's...he's...he's stationed to Afghanistan in a war zone as we speak right now. Then he's going to Iraq." Trent saw that I was worried and scared that he's not coming back cause he didn't say a word. He just grabbed me and put me in the tightest hug ever.
"Listen ma, your dad's going to be alright. I'm going through the same thing you're going through. "
"Your dad's in the military? "
"Yea he's a strong Marine that can get through any obstacle... just like your dad."
"Yea you're right."
"I know I'm right... always." He smiled then winked. I smiled back at him showing him appreciation.
"Thanks big head."
"No problem ma, now wipe them tears you're too cute to be crying."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"Alright now lets get these cars including this one."
"Why?"
"For my bestfriend she doesn't think I pay any attention."
"Haha, aight ma, but you do know that I only brought two of my boys right?"
"Yea I know and that's why you gone call another one."
"Says who?" Taken aback.
"Me," I gave him the puppy face.
"Aight but stop with the puppy face." He grabbed his phone from his pocket then dialed the number. He was waiting for his boy to pick up the phone. Then finally he answered.
"Aye bruh I need you for a sec."
"I need you to come to the car lot that I got my truck from."
"Nigga tell yo bro to drop you off."
"Nigga ask him."
"What did he say."
"Why?"
"Hold on," he put his hands over the phone and looked at me.
"My homie brother can't drop him off cause no one neva pay him the gas money."
"I will pay him."
"You don't have to ma."
"No I insist."
"You sure?"
"Yea I'm sure."
"Aight hold on," he put his hand down from the phone and began talking into it.
"Aye tell yo bro that the girl said she'll pay him."
"Nigga it's a girl that I met at McDonald's."
"Her name is Ty."
"Yea she'll pay you."
"Hold on," he turned and faced me. Okay what now?
"He wants to know how much you gon give him."
"Tell him I'll give him $200 if he drop him off."
"The fuck?"
"Just do it."
"Aight watever." I knew that he's pissed off. Because of the way he is looking at me.
"She said she'll give him $150, now bring ya asses on." With that being said he brought his phone down from his ear, ended the conversation, and walked off to his truck. Really, why is he mad for? It's my damn money. So I put my phone in my pocket and walked up to his truck.
I know this chapter was short but I needed to end this chapter because of what's going to happen next. I hope yal enjoyed this chapter now on to chapter 7.
BTW I NEED MORE CHARACTERS SO IF YOU ARE INTERESTED PLZ LET ME KNOW SO I CAN ADD YOU!!!! OH AND ONE MORE THING....... PLZ COMMENT OR VOTE IT DOESN'T MATTER...... 💝💝💝💝
