'so Shai, aren't you glad your back?' Jen smiled. Hell yeah I am, I don't wanna be anywhere else. 'Yeah, it was better than being in dallas. I fucking hated their high school. Khakis everyday? fuck no' I said looking at my jeans. Me and Jen was outside the school waiting on Jen's ride. It was the end of the day and I had so much fun being there. Milly and Naomi came out too, but with other people I don't know. 'Well i'm going home. Bye Tremill, Bye Naomi.' I said walking past them. They didn't hear me. Of course.
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I walked inside looking at my phone. 3:30. Thank god they let us out early everyday now. They damn well know everyone ain't gonna be satisfied with 4:15. I walked past Harold. Why did I walk past him? 'Hey Shai.' He said. I looked up to find him right in front of me. I smiled and flipped my hair. That's 3 niggas I like now so far. 'Hey, how's it going?' I smiled and bit my lip. He noticed. I made a silent "Yay" and tilted my head. 'Nothing much. Where you been?' He twisted his hair. 'Ugh. Dallas. I stayed there with my so-called dad but he decided to put his hands on me and I said fuck you I'm leaving. That's how I came back here.' I rolled my eyes at the memory. 'Damn. Did he hurt you?' He sounded concerned. 'My head and neck was sore but i'm all good now.' I smiled. 'I mean your like 4 weeks late into the school year but that's good your safe.' He said grabbing me into a hug. Damn he smelled good. He smelled real good. I sighed and relaxed in his arms.
After the encounter with Harold, I walked down the long hallway. When I reached the ending, I looked into the boy's locker room. Where it all began. The door burst open, but thank god it wasn't Money. I breathed out and continued until I reached the band room. I stopped and looked at it. That's where the drama & lies started. It's been a year since I was in there with Money. I wish I never went in there with him. 'THAT NIGGA CRAZY!' I heard a voice. I knew who voice that was. I started to walk again. Why did I walk down here? Fuck. I heard the footsteps come closer. I assumed he was going into the band room. His favorite place, I see. I flipped my hair and giggled looking at my phone. No one texted me of course I just wanted him to see that I 'moved onto someone else'. He was worried bout that when I was gone. Kinda wanna have fun now.
As soon as I got home I threw my bag down in my room and walked into my mom's room taking off my shoes. I always leave my shoes in her room and never get them afterwards, Its sorta like a habit but she doesn't mind. 'Hey ma!' I said running into her room. She put down her foreign cigarettes and looked up and me. 'Hey baby. How was your day?' She forced a smile. Some was wrong. 'It was great. I had fun' I reflected back to Harold, Koby & Money. 'That's good.' She sighed. 'What's wrong?' I sat on the edge of her bed. 'Well your father-' 'Pat. His name is Pat. Not Pops, Dad, Or Father. He don't deserve that title.' I cut her off. 'Well PAT..' She put emphasis on his name. '..has called CPS on us.' She looked at me. 'Why?' I got up. 'I know what I did was wrong but he has no type of right doing things like that.' I clenched my fist. I wanted to bash his head in.
'I know baby. I sent you there for a reason and since he thinks your in a unfit home because of your check being used not the way he wants it to be used, he wants to call CPS.' She took a drag of her cigarette. 'He calling CPS because I put child support on him.' She laughed. "Wow. What a dumbass nigga. He rather see my mom locked up over nothing than pay child support? But you say you a man? Ight nigga." I thought to myself. 'I sat next to my mom. I grabbed her hand and looked at her. 'Don't stress over that fool. He can't hurt us at all.' I smiled. She gave me a hug. 'I know he can't. He can't do shit right about now. You just got here and we worried bout YOU. We all missed you. Fuck that nigga.' She smiled.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed it and clicked the screen on. It was a Kik message. My friends never Kik me anymore, we chat on the gram. So who was this? I flicked the pattern in my phone and opened the unread. I saw the Kik name. Oh shit, Why he texted me?
