Who Can We Trust?

Leah
I walked out of my school with a scowl on my face. I was pissed, beyond pissed. It was my senior year and I was failing the hell out of my math class. It was not even funny. If I didn't pick up the slack soon, I probably wouldn't be able to graduate. I hopped in my jeep and sped off as I tuned out my life with the music that blasted from my speakers. I pulled up at my house and noticed my brother, Mikey's car outside, as well as my sister Tiana's car. I checked my mirror to put on some Mac lacquer, I stared at my babie doll features and long extensions, looks and presentation are important to me and I would never step out looking anything but fabulous. I was wearing a black relax-styled dress, a big scarf, and a pea coat with some rider boots, it was a plain outfit, but I rocked it like it was high fashion. I hurriedly parked and walked into our mid-sized home. The heels I wore clicked on the pavement, as I anticipated my mothers disappointment with the phone call I'm sure she'd received.
All of her kids were doing big things, Tiana had her own hair dressing business. Not to mention, she was absolutely beautiful with bronze colored skin, deep dimples and naturally straight teeth. Men threw themselves at Tiana all the time, yet she was unmarried. Mikey was tall, light, and very handsome. My parents were upset when they learned he was dealing with drugs, I mean, we were raised completely against all things bad. My parents kept us shelter from the hood, but just like any other suburban area, it was only a car drive away, and they should've been smart enough to realize that we would all be somehow affected by the shit anyway. Anyhow, Mickey was pretty successful, he had him a nice lil chick, Mia, and I big ole house in the hills. I was the last one, and they expected pure perfection from me, I did not want to be the source of my parents' disappointment.
My mom, Geneva, was a successful nurse and my father was a truck driver. Both middle class adults who wanted the best for their kids, and they worked hard to show us the right way.
"Hey Leah!" Tiana came and hugged me. I hugged her back, tightly and securely. She hadn't come around in a while and I hadn't needed her to do my hair me for ages.
"Sister, I miss you." I kissed her cheek with a smile, before I walked over to hug Mikey. They were sitting in the family room of our house, probably talking and joking like we always did. I love my siblings, we have such a playful relationship.
"Wassup, Lee?" He asked me, I sighed.
"Mama gon kill me when she find out I'm failing school and shit." I rolled my eyes.
"A scholar can drive a ford and a dropout can drive a Ferrari, remember that." He said to me, I smirked. Tiana punched him in the arm.
"Don't say that shit Michael! Leah needs to be doing good in school, flat out. You ain't got no excuse mama and nem done spoiled you rotten, now you actin like you got hard work to do and bills to stress over. Ain't no reason for you to be failin math!" She could be hard on me at times, which I hated more than anything. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, Ima go talk to my MOTHER, and see what she says." I rolled my eyes at my sister and walked up to my moms room. I found her in front of the TV, watching her soaps. My mom was a small, yellow lady. She was about 4'11 mid sized, with a huge behind. She had one of those deep arches in her back that made her walk funny and she had a serious voice all the time. Though she was a funny woman, a lot of times, she did not play.
"So you're flunking out of school?" She asked me.
"Mama, I don't know this stuff." I rolled my eyes.
"Look, you fail that class, and I'm taking that car. You will WALK. I do not care. I don't keep dumb broads around me, ya hear?" She spoke sternly, I rolled my eyes. "What happened to you goin to that library on Crenshaw? You been up there every Wednesday, right?" She asked me suspiciously....
"Yeah, I've been goin mama." I lied. She stared at me for a minute later before turning back to her television, dismissing me silently.
I sighed and walked out of her room with an attitude. I wished my dad could be home more. He was away at work, truck driving as usual. He was usually there every two weeks, for five days, then he was back on the road. He loved me and would have understood that I was truly struggling in school. I pulled my phone out and called my Bestfriend Leilani to see if she would go to the library with me, I was serious, I wanted to buckle down and start doing better in school, but she didn't answer so I was forced to go alone.
*****
After over and hour of boring studying in the old, rundown library on Crenshaw, I began briskly walking out. It wasn't in the best area, and it was getting late to be out at night. It was a brisk autumn day and the dope boys were all around. There was a barbershop right next door to the library. As I walked out, I heard a males voice disrespecting me.
"Yeah, that's a bad lil bitch, what she doin in the library." I heard him say. The other guy chuckled and made a comment, he wasn't as loud as the other guy.
"Excuse me?" I turned around. I was shocked myself that I even said anything.
"What bitch? All that silence in library got yo ears messed up?" He spoke with a smirk.
"Who the fuck are you talking to? I'm not a bitch, do you call your mother a bitch?" I asked him. The other guy just stood there watching two good looking people go back and fourth. The guy was handsome, I can't lie. He had chocolate, smoothe skin with a fresh hair cut, and some white, beautiful teeth. He was skinny and real tall. His clothes were fresh, he had on some construction timberlands and some Nudie's with a camo crew neck. But all those looks and that attitude turned me off, he ain't. God, how he call me out and talk down to me.
"Don't talk about my mama."
"I'm not, I feel bad for the woman, she raised a sorry nigga like you." I rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk fast toward my car, I was disgusted, annoyed and pissed off.