Right My Wrongs

Chapter 5

A picture of Dee fixing his omelette.

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It's Saturday. It hasn't even been a day since I've seen Bryson. I told Dee what happened this morning when we were on our run.

"Try not to bust your ass making my omelette." Dee says opening the fridge grabbing one of my yogurts.

"You must have lost your whole damn mind," I start on him "You're not funny. And weren't you just making fun of me for eating healthy. Now you think you're about to eat my yogurt, that I almost died trying to get."

"Calm down, you didn't almost die. You just embarrassed the hell out of yourself is all." He laughs. "And why are you always trying to start with me? You secretly in love with me again?"

"Boy! That was 7th grade. It wasn't even a whole week. Let. It. Go." I dramatically say to him. He laughs at me opening up my yogurt. "And you tried to start with me first."

I move the pan off of the burner, onto the warmer, and snatch my yogurt from Dee also taking the fork from him after he takes his first bite. I point to the omelette on the stove.

"You so stingy." He says pouting, grabbing a plate from the cabinet. Walking over to the stove I hear him mumble "Il n'a pas bon goût de toute façon..." While I'm hopping onto the counter.

"Sooo, you think you cute 'cause you wanna talk to yourself in French? It's nasty but you were damn sure ready to eat it all." I laugh. "Taking that big ass forkfull. This is why you can't find a girl with edges. You too disrespectful." I say pointing the fork at him. "Who the fuck eats yogurt with a fork anyway?"

"The hungry nigga who had to wait a whole 20 minutes for you to cook his omelette." he says. Snatching the fork from me and giving me a spoon instead, sitting down at the kitchen bar.

"Unlike that sour ass yogurt, this omelette is actually good. When you open up your restaurant make sure you tell everyone that I'm the reason you're so good at this." He says inbetween bites.

"Yeah, because your fatass is always hungry." I smile.

"Damn, do you two know how early it is?" Kayla says coming down the stairs in her fluffy pink Victoria Secret robe, we got her for her birthday. She's so extra, it's 1 o'clock in the afternoon but I decide to let her get away with it.

"Here yo ass go," Dee starts when he sees her walk into the kitchen, "What the fuck fairytale did you come from? If you don't give mother goose back her damn baby hairs. Walking around here in this damn fluffy ass robe, nigga it's hot outside. Got a train of lint and dead duck feathers falling behind you. Fucking with my allergies."

"How come you always coming for me? I never sent for you. And you're not funny." She gives him the finger showing off one of the fresh matte pink nails we got done yesterday.

"I smelled food," she starts.
"Of course you did." Dee mumbles under his breath, sipping the tea from the mug I put down for Kayla.

She rolls her eyes at him, and takes her mug. "Nigga you don't even like tea!" She snaps, adding more honey to it. "Anyway, I figured you could tell me what happened last night, since I had to hang up."

"Oh shit, no let me do it..." Dee lights up at the opportunity. And I roll my eyes. Knowings he's about to do the most.

He starts telling Kayla what happened last night, making sure to provide all the details on what happened after she hung up, and giving a whole demonstration on how I busted my ass in front of Bryson last night.

**** Bryson's POV ****

I rolled over to the other side of my bed. Grabbing my phone from the charger. My eyes were still closed. I tried to ease them open so I didn't blind myself trying to check the time. 10:47 AM. I yawned stretching my body out and sitting up on the edge of my bed.

I finished brushing my teeth, and walked out into the kitchen where I could smell my mom cooking breakfast.

"Morning ma." I said kissing her cheek and opening up the fridge.

Damn. I forgot I bought orange juice. I can't even drink it now because I just brushed my teeth. So instead, I grabbed some milk and some coco puffs my mom already had.

Sitting down at the table, I thought back to last night when I was at Walmart. When I saw her at Walmart, thinking she was some random girl about to put her on snapchat. I twisted my watch around on my wrist.

Her hair was a mess, and she knew she was wrong for stepping out with that fat ass hole in her sock. I knew damn well those couldn't have been her shoes. But all of that aside she still had that glow. I shook my head. Still twisting it around my wrist.

I'm not the type of guy to lie to a girl with that, "No baby you're gorgeous no matter what" thing when even she knows looks bummy as hell.

But even though Raelynn wasn't looking her best yesterday...there was still something about her that made it look okay. Except for that damn, sock. That was just unacceptable.

She looked like the exact same girl I went to highschool with, but different. I guess she wasn't just a girl anymore but like an actual woman. She wasn't thin as she used to be, and I could see some hips on her from the way the sweatpants fit.

Her hair got noticeably longer wich is an accomplishment, because I know natural girls go through hell with that shrinkage. I used to stretch check it (or whatever the hell she would call) it all time. I stirred the cereal around.

Her skin had cleared up too. She never had real acne, but she would always get upset about an occasional pimple or dark spot that appeared. As if anyone could notice. Her smile was so distracting. She had full lips and perfect teeth.

I was distracted by mom. "Bryson, stop playing with the cereal, whats going through your head this morning?" She asked.

"I saw Rae last night when I was getting the breakfast food." I said, saying it out loud made it seem more real.

"I should have known it wouldn't take long for you two to find your way back to each other." She said, "How is she? I haven't seen her since she had her baby."

"With who?" I yell, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

She didn't look like she had a kid, but then again she always did like to workout. We used to go running together on days we practiced at home.

"Is he from here? Ma please don't tell me it's someone I was cool with. I swear these dudes are just as shady as females. They swear they're your bro and then try to streak your girl..." I ramble on angrily.

"Calm down Bryson, I'm messing with you. She doesn't have a baby...not that I know of at least." She says and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

"And I noticed how you said she's your girl, but you haven't spoken to her since what, graduation? She was here for Christmas break last year. I saw her in the mall when I was last minute shopping, she looks good." She tells me.

"Thank God" I say to myself rubbing my face. I didn't realize how much that stressed me out.

"What's up with you two anyway? What happened at Walmart?" My mom pried.

And so I told her.

I told her about how I saw EJ and Eddie.

I told her how Raelynn danced all carefree in the parking lot.

I told her about that disrespectful ass hole she had in her sock.

And I told her about how she left me there, standing in the parking lot wondering how I let her slip away from me this time.