New Native Land (The Blossoming)

Chapter 23 (I wanna know you)

           

We sat in the car and it was silent and weird. For a while no one said a thing.

         "Why you move here?" Ahm broke The silence first.

         "My parents divorced and my dad got a job offer here. He got custody of me and brought me up here." He nodded his head, taking in this information. "Your turn, ask a question."

           I brought my finger to my cheek and tapped it to think. "How old are you?" He smiled, "I'm seventeen." I smacked my lips. "I thought you were like old and grown." He snickered, "That's good. I want to give off that vibe."

          "Now that I know you're my age I don't have to take your seriously anymore and not listen to you." I challenged and it peaked his interest. "I wouldn't exactly advise that ma, but do you." He went along with my challenge. I laughed, he watched me laugh and a small smile crept on his face. "Do you like being my 'boyfriend'?" I asked him another question and he nodded his head, "Mhm." A simple response, I eyed him suspiciously. "Why?" I pressed on and he shrugged, "You make me feel like there's something else to fight for other than territory and sh*t like that." I looked at him weird because I wasn't expecting that for an answer.

"What you mixed with?"

          He changed the subject so I couldn't press him about his previous answer. I sighed defeated.

"Black and other stuff."

"Other stuff like what?"

"Uh... Pacific Islander stuff."

"Huh?"

"My dad is Samoan."

"Where is that?"

"A small island near Fiji."

"Where's that?"

"Fiji? It's near New Zealand which is near Australia."

          He nodded.

"That's different, I never heard of that before."

"I know, that's why I don't tell people."

"Make it seem like you're not proud of who you are."

"I'm proud, it's just hard when people don't even know where it's at."

          He chuckled to himself.

"You like being my girlfriend?"

"No."

          I straight up said and we both laughed.

"There goes another lie."

"Whatever. You're mean, and bossy. Which is fine I guess, but you try me too much and I feel like I have to one up you and get you back."

          I admitted and he laughed.

"Like that night when you came home from that football game?"

"Yes, oh my God! You made me so mad, I wanted to punch you in the throat. It took everything I had in me not to curse you out."

          I told him and he looked amused.

"I could say the same. Nobody ever talk to me like that. I was having a hard time collecting my emotions. I try to not show them too much but you been having me slipping lately."

"Me? How? I don't even do anything."

"Exactly. You just naturally a sunny person. I like it a lot. But I don't want to get caught slippin and niggas think I got soft."