11:56 p.m.
Cree
I noticed him looking at the stars with me and acting like he really wanted to.
Why can't he just go home?
"Why are you doing this?" I asked still looking at the stars.
"Doing what exactly?" he said looking over at me.
"Sitting out here with me like you actually want to?" I said looking at him.
"Ain't got shit else ta do. Why not?" he said shrugging.
"Listen I don't need you to tell me you sorry or anything. I don't need you to sit out here because I know you don't want to and quite frankly I don't want you to. And I definitely don't need you to lecture me about my attitude again. So therefore I don't see a reason for you to be out here." I said turning my body fully toward him to make sure he knew I was serious.
"Well, for one.. I wasn't gone say sorry for anything actually. The hell I got to be sorry for?" he said raising one eyebrow.
"What you got to be sorry for? Well one, for calling me stuck up. Two, spraying me with water TWICE and getting my clothes wet and fucking up my hair for the night." I said getting mad all over again.
"Aight, well I am NOT sorry for calling you stuck up because you are. Let's be real shorty, you thought I was flirting witchu earlier when all I did was put a plate in ya damn trash bag. C'mon now. You can't go around thinking er'body flirtin' witchu cause er'body ain't." he said shrugging while looking at me.
I rolled my eyes and looked down at the ground.
"Like I said, yeen' my type. And I'm definitely NOT sorry for spraying you with water cause yo lil feisty ass kept tryna pounce on me like a damn wild animal. One thing my mama told me is ta never hit a female. No matter what they do. So I had to defend myself with something. Shit, you a lil aggressive child." he said shaking his head.
I tried to hold it in but I ended up laughing.
"Some funny?" he said looking at me.
"Nah. Just I'm glad your mother taught you that. Cause if you hit me we would've been real deal fighting up in there." I said.
He chuckled.
"Aw forreal? Well truth be told, I'm glad she did too. I'll probably be in a jail cell right now if she didn't cause Lord knows some females out here need a couple smacks ta the face." he said looking like he was thinking about something.
"Your lil girlfriend you referring to?" I said not really sure if I wanted to ask the question.
Too late Cree.
"That ain't my muhfuckin girlfriend." he said with a mug on his face.
"Well my bad. I just thou-" I started until he started yelling.
"Well you thought wrong. Don't be assumin shit bout me. You don't want me assumin shit bout yo ass." he raised his voice.
