My Girl

Dont Mind

*2 Month later*

[March]

Jessi POV

"What the fuck Jessi. What you got that shit for?" G asked me as I let him in the house and tucked my gun away. I showed him off and locked the door.

My pops wasn't at home and I didn't mind being alone at all. It was just the constant look over my shoulder lately that made me so cautious.

I had been paranoid for myself and didn't mind carrying my heat with me in school. We didn't have metal detectors so I was good, but ever moment I thought I spotted Lanzé, it wasn't him. And every small thing like a pin drop had me jumping up like the FBI was on my case.

I had decided I'd stay as far away from KC and Zay as I could with my problems, but it only made her worry about me more. I got calls from her left to right making sure I was good on my end. I'd reassure her, but she'd show up at my dad's spot just to make sure I was where I said I was. Or send G to check on me after basketball practice like he was doing now.

"Mann, I already explained myself to you. I'm not a tape recorder and you almost got yo head knocked off knocking like that." I told him grabbing some Gatorade and chewy chips ahoy after I snatched up a big bag of Doritos. He chuckled and shook his head. Watching me move to the living room couch and lay out my snacks as I rolled up and closed my blunt.

"You sound like a ratchet boy." He  said sitting beside me. I glared at him as I lit up and took a pull of the blunt.

"Guess who my daddy." I said back blowing out smoke. He fanned his face. And stole a cookie when I opened it.

"Mr. Cane is a good example of an OG, but I'm pretty sure he ain't teach you how to shoot a gun. Worse case scenario; you shoot yaself." G said seriously. I scoffed and laid back nonchalant. I could feel my worries slip away and my eyes shut as I shook my head slowly.

"You sound stupid. I had practice." I told him trying to hand him the blunt. He declined.

"And your slower than before now," He said referring to my defense on the court. "And the last time Neisha smelled that on me, I slept on the couch." He said honestly. I cackled and looked at him funny. I remember him telling me about the apartments him and her were thinking about staying in close to the school, but I ain't think he moved like that.

And I didn't think he was serious with him self at all about taking care of her. I thought those were just things to say to keep him going and keep her occupied until the baby dropped and he was ready to get busy, but then I had to remind myself that he was not me and neither was I lately. Moving to KC's every move like she was a flute player and I was just a random ass cobra stuck in a daze.

"That's what yo ass get. Y'all moved that way now?" I asked him curiously. He nodded and smiled down at his cellphone.

"She look ready to drop kid. I swear to God if she break her water in the bed I'mma die right there." He said laughing. I chucked and shook my head.

"On me kid." I smiled. Then sighed and looked at him. He had really grown on me like a brother I never had. I always appreciated  his company and his advice, but we was never serious until now.

"Yo G, KC was talking about another baby and I kinda laughed at it. We still in school man. It's March Madness nigga. Was I wrong?" I asked him. He chuckled and wiped his face rubbing his nose. Then looked over at me sniffing.

"What was all said?" He asked me. I shrugged. He sat up and looked at me sideways. "Like, how'd the conversation start off?" He asked reiterating. I nodded in understanding.