Maybe Someday • Chris Brown

War Zone

It was the New Year and school, aka the second semester of senior year, was back in session. It was the first day back, and I was getting ready to go. Luckily, since I got my new car, I've been able to wake up on my time instead of my dad's or Raheem's. I didn't feel like putting on nothing fancy because I saw no point in trying to impress with my outfit; it finally got cold outside, which means I need to work on being warm, not cute. After I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and took my shower, I put on my lotion and all, then put on my outfit which was plain denim jeans with leggings underneath, a hoodie and uggs. My hair was in a curly Afro that I didn't feel like changing because I knew my ears would get cold. After I grabbed everything I needed for school, I headed downstairs to meet up with my sister. Daddy said that I had to start taking her to school, and picking her up if she has to stay after, but that's something I didn't mind; that's my baby sister. She was looking in the downstairs mirror, brushing her long, straightened hair. After she gathered her stuff we walked to my car, but not before double checking the lock to make sure the door was secure, hence Raheem was sleep and dad was off to work. My car was push to start, so all I had to do was get in and put the key in the ignition and begin driving. When we got in the car, Reagan almost instantly grabbed the aux. I glanced at her, signaling to her that she better not play any trash.

"Listen man, wassup? I heard you done got you a dime piece man." The beginning of the song played.

"No." I warned. She laughed and shrugged. "What? You know this my favorite song!"

"And you know I hate it. That shit so worn out and over played."

Ray sucked her teeth. "Alright one time then you can get the aux."

I glanced at her and rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Whatever Reagan."

The beat to Caroline by Amine dropped and I rested my head on the door of my car, listening to the torture.

We arrived at the school earlier than we usually do, so we sat in the car waiting for a bell. I was on my phone and Ray was still fondling in her hair. It was silent for about two minutes in the car, until somebody began banging on my window, scaring the shit out of both of us. I looked over and it was Michael's nut ass. I turned the power on in the car to let the window down. "Really Michael? I almost shit on myself."

He laughed and rested his arm on my roof. "That woulda' been some shit to remember, literally. I see you whippin' now. Hey lil sis." Mike bent down to get a better view of Reagan. "Hey ba—I mean Michael." She stuttered. She weirdly developed a crush on him out of nowhere, but I think it's cute. Michael laughed and shook his head. "Aye you tryna smoke one before the bell?"

"Bell rings in like five."

"I checked in our class, Ms. G ain't here so I signed both our names on the role."

"Oh word?" I questioned rhetorically. "Bet."

Michael walked over to Reagan's side and opened the door for her. She got out and he replaced her spot. "You need somebody to walk you to class?" I asked her. She shook her head no. "I'll tell you if something's up. Bye Michael" she cooed, winking at him.

He slammed my car door shut and pulled a plastic bag from his pants pocket and a blunt out his jacket pocket. "Your sister crazy."

"Tell me 'bout it. She have a crush on you like you're cute or something." I joked.

He scoffed as he sparked the prerolled blunt. "Yea right. You know I be that pretty motherfucker."

I giggled slightly. "Okay Asap Tyga. How much I'm paying?"

He hit the now lit blunt then passed it to me. "You cute, you don't gotta pay. It's the ugly bitches that gotta drop a five on it."

I laughed and shook my head at his shenanigans. It was a peaceful silence for a few with me smoking a blunt and him rolling one, until he asked me a question out of the blue. "So you and my boy. Y'all really done?"