What the f*ck was all I thought. It caught me outta left field how upfront this girl was being yo. Like for real. I ain't even know if she was serious or just buggin. I kept reading the text in shock. "When you gonna make me your girl..?" She was definitely bold. Yeah I liked talking to her and the thought of making her mines was running through my mind more than it should be. But she was too good for me and something in me wouldn't allow me to fuck up her innocence. I finally texted her. "Idk shorty" was all I could say. She hated when I gave her half ass responses but in this situation it was needed. I texted her again, "I'm really feelin you but tbh ion think you ready to be my girl". Half of that was a lie, she obviously was. But then again it couldn't be. She never asked me Important questions like what type of work I was into or none of that shit. Which I'm glad she didn't because I wouldn't wanna lie to shorty. For some reason I got the urge to wanna see her. She wanted to slide to the movies last week but this work shit got me caught up and I ended up sending her off. I apologized but I knew I would have to make it up to her. She wasn't like these regular females from the hood, she was different. Our conversations was never different even though I fucked up what could have potentially been our first date. These other hoes would've cut me clean off. Half the time they only fucked with me for my money or some fame. But this shorty was different. "Wya" was all I sent. Why the f*ck wasn't she replying to my text. I know shorty don't be on nothing, she lame and something in me likes that about her. "I really wanna see you, I need to see you, I wanna talk to you". Why was I acting like I was in my feelings for shorty. Shit. She got my head gone and I haven't even f*cked. This shit crazy. A couple minutes went by and she ain't respond. I know she was doin this shit on purpose. She had her read receipts on so I know she ain't even open the messages. Did she think I was rejecting her? I mean I was but it was for her own good. She just needed to understand that I wasn't the nigga for her. I wasn't who she thought I was if she was actually thinking anything. F*ck it. I let the phone ring all the way thru and I end up getting a text saying she kinda busy. Now shorty tweaking and it's starting to piss me off. "Yo shorty I just wanna pull up on you, that's it". "Can You at least reply to my text" "Nvm you said you was busy, we'll talk when you ready" and with that I put my phone on Do Not Disturb. Shorty had me f*cked up if she thought she could give me the silent treatment and not get the shit in return. I thought that it was crazy that I could have any girl I wanted and here I am going crazy over this girl. I really don't even know her. She could be my cousin or some shit. I quickly pushed that thought outta my mind because my female cousins was all f*cked up. The level of intelligence I see in shorty I would never see in my cousins. They let the hood get to them and they more street smart than they is book smart. Zeke! Zeke! It couldn't be nobody other than my moms calling my name. Just a year and a half ago she wouldn't call my name she would just come barging in my room. But when I moved her into this condo with me I had to lay down some rules especially since I was now 19 and she was depending on me. Yo! was all I said with a lil too much bass in my voice, so I knew she was gonna trip about that. I didn't mind though. My moms was happy. She liked being able to have the option to work seeing how I was providing for her. Only thing she really had to worry about around here was what she wanted to eat and even then that wasn't a real problem because I could just hire a chef or some sh*t. My mom knew what I was into but she didn't know the full extent and I was glad at that fact. I never brought work home especially since she lays her head here, I wouldn't give a f*ck if it was just me. "Zeke, I need a couple dollars for when I go shopping, is that cool?" She asked standing in the doorway to my room. I didn't understand why my moms still asked for money like she ain't have millions in her account. It was cool though. Whatever mom wants mom gets. I opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled out a fat ass knot. I examined it to make sure wasn't no loose dollars in there and after being satisfied I tossed it to my moms. "Thanks sweetie, I have something on the counter for you when you get up. Make sure you don't leave before we say a prayer either Ezekiel, I don't care how much of a rush you're in. And next time watch that tone in your voice". Moms was a f*cking trip but I would do anything for her. She was my mother and father. My father wasn't shit but that's a whole different situation. One thing I loved about my moms was no matter what I was doing she supported me, I was her only child and she'd do whatever for me. She hated my father but she loved him for bringing me into her life. She never judged the choices I was making. And I appreciated her for that. When she found out what I was doing just two years ago I had already been in the game for two years before that. Instead of just praying for me she prayed with me, every morning. No matter if we was mad at each other for nothing or whatever the situation was she prayed with me every morning. Snapping me instantly back to reality, my phone went off. I thought I put this b*tch on Do Not Disturb, whatever. I unlocked my screen to see a text message notification. It was from her.
