Something About Him

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Christopher Brown

Midterms week are so important for me and my future and I know that. I know that I should be studying hard so that I'm prepared and everything, but random shit has popped up making it hard for me to think about anything besides my mom.

Actually, I manage to attempt studying but the difficult part is trying to focus. My attention goes from reading the last book that we read in class to thinking about how I'm going to approach my dad.

I'm gonna have to work up mad heart to confront him about hurting not only my mom, but just the family as a whole and I just hope that I don't get emotional like I did with my mom the other day.

Now I've already spoken to him and let him know that I wanted to speak to him on a serious note and I don't know what he thought I meant by that, but he just chuckled and then started talking about some talk he needs to have with me man to man.

Man to man? I think I know how to handle myself and if he means a sex talk or anything like that, he's years late so that's a dub.

I'm pretty anxious to hear what he has to say though.

We agreed to meet up somewhere after I got out of school, but we didn't exactly decide on a specific place so I texted him while I was in my car asking where he's at and he called me to tell me that he was home.

The point of us going somewhere else was so that my mother wouldn't overhear since I'm pretty sure she would interfere and try to figure out what we're discussing, but I don't want that to happen. I'm doing this for her own good. For her to hopefully be happy.

I sigh into the phone and then ask, "Is momma there?"

"She went out to the grocery store. You want me to call and find out when she'll be home?" He suggests which is weird considering he was mentioning us talking man to man, but maybe he thought it meant she would speak to me too, I don't know.

Wrong, my dude. You're in the wrong. This all you.

"Nah, nah," I turn his suggestion down. "I'll be there soon."

As soon as we get off of the phone, I'm literally a millisecond from starting my car when there's a knock on my window. I roll it down immediately since I saw that it was Layla.

"Ya know, your kiss goodbye wasn't normal," she pouts and it looks like she's on her tippy toes in order to be seen.

"I know, I know and I'll make up for it, but can it please be tomorrow?" I sort of plead. "I really gotta go."

I may not sound like myself right now since I never turn down kisses or anything like that from Layla, but if I wanna beat my mom home in order to have time to speak to my dad alone, I gotta make this conversation sort of speed up.

"Oh, so you have plans," Layla makes a face at me and I can tell that she's joking and even though it's hard to resist her little cute ass.. I have to go.

I crack a smile and shake my head. "Layla. I love you, I do, but go home before practice or something. Imma call you later and let you know how this works out. My dad waiting for me right now."

"You're gonna...?" She trails off and I nod my head yes.

She knows what I plan to speak to him about today so she gets serious without another word.

"Alright, love you. Gimme one last kiss before you go," she speaks quickly and puckers her lips which I peck without questions asked and then she stands like normal on her two feet before backing up a bit from the car.

Once she does back up, I pull out of my parking spot and then sort of speed home, but I didn't get a ticket, so.

When I finally do make it home, my dad was in the living room watching old shows on TV One as usual, but once he notices me, he turns the TV down.