Fists Don't Fly

CH. 9

We went up in his room and started getting comfortable.

"Okay who should we research?" I asked.

"I was thinking someone easy like Abraham Lincoln." Jeff said.

"How about someone really known like president Obama." Damon suggested.

"Lets do someone different that no one in the class will do, like Christopher Columbus." I said." He came on a ship called The Mayflower with the pilgrims. They came to America and settled on the land. Then they ate thanksgiving dinner with the natives. Simple enough."

"Okay" they both said.

"Okay me and Damon will do the research and you Jeff will set up the poster and decorate it."

"Agreed" they both said.. again.

While we were working his mother called us down for dinner, so we sat at the dinner table. The table had four chairs. Me and Damon sat across from each other and Jeff was on the side. Damon's mom cooked normal spaghetti with garlic bread.

"Wow this spaghetti is really good Mrs. Mary." I said.

"Oh thank you." She replied smiling.

We heard the doorbell ring. Mary opened the door and a pretty lady walked in and behind her... Brittany. Oh no. Her mother was wearing a cute dress and some heels. Man so that's why Brittany dresses like a slut. She hugged Mary and they sat on the couch.

"So Mary, who are those two children." Brittany's mom asked.

"Well this is..um whats your name honey?" Mary asked me.

"I'm Nikita but people call me Niki."

"Well Niki, I'm Brittany's mother and you can call me Desirae. So who's this young man?" She asked.

"My name is Jeff."

"So Jeff and Niki yall must be friends with Brittany, right?" Desirae asked.

Me and Jeff looked at each other. " Uh yes ma'am. We get along perfectly." I said. I know it's not good to lie but I couldn't tell her that me and Brittany don't get along.

"Well that's great. How bout the kids go in Damon's room while Mary and I Talk." Desirae said.

Um excuse me since when was I a kid, I'm sixteen. Under all that make-up shes probably forty. She a hater.
Me, Damon, Jeff, and Brittany went up in the room. We stared at each other for a while until I broke the silence.

"So Brittany why are you hear?"

"My mom and Damon's mom have been friends since we were in middle school. But I don't mind, as long as we're together." She said with a flirty voice. Damn shes desperate. Damon looked at me.

"Okay um Niki can I talk to you out in the hall?" Damon asked.

"Yeah"

We walked out into the hall.

"Okay you know Brittany likes me right?"

"Uh its pretty obvious. Why you ask though?"

"I just don't want you getting jealous." He smiled and patted my back.

"Whatever Damon. You just want me to get jealous." I replied.

"Well every couple of weeks she comes over and she always flirts with me."

"Okay uhh cool. So when does she leave?"

"They usually stay for about an hour or two."

"Okay so I guess we'll work on our project when she leaves." I said.