Something About Him

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Christopher Brown

It's around noon right now and I called Layla and luckily she answered. When our FaceTime call first started, it was like all that she said yesterday went out the window because she didn't seem like she wasn't mad at me at all which I'm thankful for.

I fought Carter because I had to in order to let him know that talking about me or anyone important to me in any kind of way won't just fly by. It's not okay and hopefully he knows that now, but if not.. I'd do it all over again.

Right now, Layla's telling me about how her morning started off and let's just say that things aren't looking good in the future for me pertaining her family and it makes no sense why.

"My sister thinks that we shouldn't be together either. She says that you're a bad influence but what does she know?" Layla asks then rolls her eyes.

I keep a straight face as she continues to speak and I can't help but wonder why doesn't her sister like me? She doesn't even know me. And then she went and convinced their parents not to either? It doesn't make any sense.

"Man, my name like dick. Always in these hoes mouths," I say without even thinking about it and then shake my head afterwards. Maybe I should have kept that one in my head...

Layla laughs for a second out of reflex, I'm sure, and at first I think that I shouldn't have said that since that's her sister and all, but I'm being deadass. It's a good thing that Layla didn't take offense to what I said, but I said it out of impulse.

I don't know one hundred percent if Sasha's a hoe, but from what I've seen and heard of her, she hops from dude to dude just as much as everyone should be changing their drawers which says a lot.

Her fast ass doesn't even know me- she's knows of me, so who the fuck is she to say that I'm a bad influence?

Of course she doesn't know this, but Ion even be doing anything! I stay in the house most of the time unless I'm with Layla and yeah, thats not really by choice, but still. C'mon now.

"I don't get it either. They don't even know the whole story and Ion really want them in my business. But Sasha..." I watch as Layla shakes her head. "She claims, well thinks, that since she's been through a lot-"

"Of dick," I cut her off by finishing her sentence.

Layla starts dying laughing again and then I'm guessing she drops her phone because on the screen all I could see was her ceiling.

In the background, her giggles are still heard before she's back on my screen again.

"You're lowkey right but still.. don't talk about my sister like that. She's annoying as hell and I hate her sometimes but I gotta deal with her... for life," Layla tells me. "And you're a clown."

"Aight, aight I'm sorry...," I trail off. "I mean it to a certain extent, though. Plus, I just like making you laugh."

She chuckles then says, "Ya know.. You're so cute. And I'm so lucky," she smiles at me and I return a slight smirk. 

"I really am," I boast. "And nah, I'm the lucky one."

~Next Day~

"So you're suspended from school?" Layla frowns at me. "See. I told you. I freaking told you not to fight him!" She begins going on and on and honestly, she was right, but I don't regret anything one bit.

"Now you're gonna be gone for like three days and you're gonna get in trouble with your parents an-" She stresses non-stop until I cut her off and at the same time, I grab her hand while looking down at her.