Thuggin' Like My Daddy.

Stuntin' Like My Momma

I got out the shower and opened the door to see all the guys in the hallway. Either looking at me funny lookin at me like damn you could sing or lookin at me like damn stfu so I can sleep. I looked at them and made sure that I kept myself together wrapped myself in a blue towel. I didn't know who's own it was but I stole it blue is my favorite color so they would need to get another one.

"Who's towel is this?"

"Roni's towel" Jodi said looking annoyed.

"Who's Roni?"

"I'm Roni," I looked over at this Roni guy and he was gorgeous. I'd lick him and like sit on his face. He was light skinned and he had a baby face. His waves were deep and his dimples were to die for. If it was up to me I'd just stare at him. I bet he fucks alot. I frowned again.

"Oh well I think you might need a new towel. I stole this one next time don't choose blue." I said making his face fall. Him smiling was gorgeous but the thought of him being a potential manwhore just pissed me off.

"Its okay. I busted on it." I dropped the towel. Fuck being naked that's just plain nasty. They all gawked as if they hadn't seen boobs or a vagina before and I just walked in my room and ignored them.

I put on my clothes and made sure I put on my black lace set. I was going to need them for later so I put them on.

I walked downstairs and made breakfast for everyone because I was nice the time was 6:3O by the time I was done. Pancakes, french toast, belgian waffles, eggs and omelets. I made sure that I made a lot of sausages and bacon. When I was done I ate alone because none of the guys seemed to make their way downstairs. I put my hair into a messy bun then went upstairs to straighten it. I never do my hair before cooking 'cause that heat would sweat my hair out.

I walked back upstairs. I grabbed my phone and text Aliana my girlfriend. I haven't talked to her in weeks. She wasn't at the funeral and she's been hella distant lately. And she know I don't like that shit so.. I haven't been trying her phone.

I grabbed my backpack and made DeAndre a plate I even put his name on it with a Sticky note so nobody would mess with his food because I don't like that either it aggravated me.

DeAndre walked in and looked at me, "What's all this?"

"Its called breakfast I made it. Y'all got hella food in that fridge you look like you waste it."

"I don't waste it I just don't cook because I don't cook."

I took the letters out of my bag. "Here these are for you."

"What are they?" DeAndre asked and the guys started filling in grabbing food and I grabbed DeAndre's plate from the microwave.

"Letters my mom wrote letters to you like every day but she never mailed 'em." I slid all stacks over to him.

"Every day."

"Yeah every day. She didn't want you to miss anything important. Even the days leading up to her dying. They are at the bottom." I looked at him not breaking eye contact. "I'm not trying to be late on my first day I still have to pass judgements and shit so I'm leaving."

DeAndre looked at me, "Watch ya mouth and do you even know where you goin'?"

"Yeah I'm about to leave now."

"Where do you have to go then?"

"Umm up the street. Make a right?"

"Oh hell no. You go up the street and go straight. I've picked up these boys enough to know. You takin the bus."

"Can you not? Like honestly. I hate takin the bus. I'll even drive them to school if I have to. I'm not going on a bus so some crazy motherfucker can attack me for some stupid reason. I haven't taken a bus to school since the day I got jumped in middle school by three girls and two guys. Mofos think its cool to steal shoes. Like who the fuck does that bum shit," I scowled.