Making Ends Meet

Chapter 9

This is dedicated to MLGonzales for Under His Control!!! Enjoy!!! 

Xita climbed out of bed the next morning feeling amazing. She was beyond ready to go to her class and see Hoodie. She really wished she knew his name. She got up and quickly brushed her teeth, ran a brush through her hair, before throwing it up in a bun, and got dressed. 

She wore a pair of faux distressed jeans that were high-waisted with leather in the back and around the waist, and regular jeans in the front, with slits all up the leg. She matched it with a  black  shirt that would show off her stomach if her jeans weren't high waisted, and her black wedge sneakers. 

Again, she couldn't look at herself before leaving, but she still felt like she looked damn good. With all her new clothes, she had also gained a confidence, she never knew, and she was loving it. 

"What the hell you think you wearing?" Micah asked, looking his sister up and down. 

"Yeah, what the hell you wearing?" Tobiance chimed in also. 

"Clothes, you don't like em?" Xita asked. Ask any female, and the salty bitch gone say she look like a hoe, ask a nigga and his dick gone be on swole, but anybody with eyes could see she was looking bad. Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good. 

"I don't know what the fuck you did with my sister, but you need to bring her back," Tobiance scorned her before walking out of the room. Micah just looked at her and shook his head before slowly followed Tobiance through the door. 

Xita felt bad. Yeah, she felt like everything was looking up for her, and her mom was about to find that money in the mailbox, everything would be good. She was just going to have to make a little bit more money and get her brothers a gift or two and they would be okay. 

Then she would start saving up her money and she would just tell her mom she got a second job. She'd ask for weekends off from subways, and she could work for Booney then, and everything would be set. 

Begrudgingly, she made her way out of the room, her new book bag, that was really just an over sized purse, was slung lazily over her shoulder, as she followed her brothers out into the hall and into the light of day. 

"I'm sorry you guys," Xita said under her breath, but loud enough for her brothers to hear her. She just wanted to be noticed, just like any other girl who had never been paid much attention all their lives. She just wanted to feel pretty. 

Her new clothes made her feel more than pretty. 

"Whatever," Tobiance mumbled, his hands shoved roughly into the front of his jean pocket as he walked briskly ahead of Xita, and she was almost struggling to keep up. 

"I just want to be paid attention to, like the rest of these girls in the school. Plus I'm a senior and the year is about to be over. I just want to be normal like everybody else," she tried to explain. 

Tobiance turned around so fast, neither Micah nor Xita saw it coming. "So the fuck what? Them females you talking about be hoes! And them niggas that's paying attention to you now, is only doing it because of how you look and not who you are! If a nigga tell you how fucking good you look, he trying to fuck, and if a bitch is yo friend because of what you wearing, she just trying to leach off yo ass," he snapped, making Micah's and Xita's mouths fall open. 

She wasn't expecting him to go off on her like that. Her brothers got attention at school. They got everybody wanting to be their friend, because they're the MVP's of Varsity and JV. Xita didn't have any of that. 

Whether you want to believe it or not, everyone is going to judge you. Everyone is going to look at what you have on, or how you wear your hair, or anything else they can see physically, before they make any decision to communicate with you.