Least Likely

2. Cougaritis

"Urgh!! I don't wanna dress up! Where we going anyway," I ask getting more frustrated as the night begins, and it's only three o'clock.

"Look, get dressed and be quiet. I'm not gone tell you again. You think you grown now? You live in MY house. Where I, ME, not you, pay the bills," my mom said. I start to walk off hearing her mumbling about how ungrateful I am, and how if she talked to her mom like that she would be on the brink of death. Whatever though, I'm trynna stay calm.

   I go to my closet and turn the light on. I swear I always feel like I have nothing to wear. I look through my clothes to find something to wear that doesn't show how I really feel about this date. Something that looks nice and happy, but sophisticated. I settle on this dress my mom bought me from Macy's. I take a shower, and go get the dress off my bed. The dress was a dark shade of fuchsia, my favorite color. It was made of a slightly stretchy fabric that made the dress hug my curves perfectly. So my booty was like BOOM and my breasts were like... well, they were just there. It was kind of short, coming only a little pass my mid thigh section, but oh well. After getting dressed, I do my hair and make up. My hair comes down to my shoulder blades, its curly and nappy, so I decide to flat iron it. However, after an hour of failure, I just put my hair up in a bun, do my make up and use my ecostyler edge control to lay that baby hair down sleek. I go put on my perfume, and check my phone for the time. It's now 5:30. YES! I got ready with thirty minutes to spare. I'm just gone chill in here on instagram until my momma calls me.

   So, it's 7:00, he was supposed to be here a whole hour ago. All I'm saying is that if he doesn't come in the next twenty minutes I will be highly upset. I take a quick picture in my outfit, and post it on insta before I go down the hall to find my mommy. I find her sitting on the couch and sit beside her not making eye contact. I finally look over at my mom. She sits there trying to mask her hurt, she looks up at me, and puts on a smile. I smile back. It was fake, her smile. She always tries to look invincible in front of me, but I can always read her. She looks back down at the pillow she was silently strangling, and I see tears escape her eyes, and drop on to the pillow. She releases her hold, wipes her face, and smiles again. Why is this one date bothering her so much. She is putting away too much into making this work, if you ask me.

"Well, lets go to bed now, huh?" She gets up from the couch smoothing her dress down. I get up to follow her to her room, but she gives a slight shake with her head, and closes her room door. I turn, feeling all kinds of emotions bubbling up inside. I swear I hate seeing my mom hurt. Next time I see him I swear I'm going t-

Knock. Knock. Knock

   I try to hurry to the door, but my mom runs from her room beating me to it.

"James!!" My mom wraps her arms around him and starts kissing all over his face. Ugh, I hope and pray I don't get like that over a man. He a whole hour late, I would definitely be mad, attitude on 10. She's just greeting him like everything is fine, like he didn't just, dang near, stand her up.

"Hey, baby. I'm sorry I'm late, one of my co-workers wants to go out with us. I saw him at the mall on my way here" he says kissing mom's forehead.

"If you knew you had a date tonight at 6 pm, why would you go to the mall?" I ask with a confused look on my face, and hand on my hip.

" I was running late, and I decided to get you both a little something from the mall" he says, digging in his pockets and ignoring my question. "By the way, you two look absolutely beautiful tonight," he says, pulling two Tiffany & co. boxes from his suit jacket pockets. I know he doesn't think he's just going to  bribe me into liking him that easy. Plus, I wonder what he does to where he can just go buy two items of jewelry from Tiffany & company at the drop of a hat. I know for a fact they aren't cheap.