Jaila Smith is a normal sixteen year old girl, Sort of. She hasn't exactly had the easiest life, But like everybody, She has a story. And that story is the reason she is the way she is, It's also what brings her to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Another door opened, Revealing Marcus, Mo's brother.
"Wassup?" He asked sleepily.
"Nothin', I'm sorry" I spoke hurriedly. I was too embarrassed to actually go to the bathroom, So I just went back downstairs.
The next day, I woke up alone. I figured Monet and everybody were upstairs. I still felt weird about last night. I grabbed my bag and went upstairs. I found Monet, And a whole group upstairs, At the table.
Everyone's eyes were on me as I stood awkwardly.
"Hey, Mo, I'm gonna take a shower"I informed her. She nodded, Taking a bite of her cereal. I turned and made my way to the bathroom. I quickly took a shower and got dressed.
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I exited the bathroom, My wet curly hair hung below my shoulders. I went back downstairs to the basement where Mo was.
"Hey!"She caught my attention. "Wassup wit' you an y'dude?" She asked curiously.
"What?"-
"Wassup wit' y'dude? Are y'all like, Together? Or what?"-
"His name is DeMarco."I sighed. "We're suppose to be together. But we, I moved" I shrugged.
"He's probably already got somebody else" I said, Actually feeling bad. Like, I was really feeling him.
"We're y'all like, Deep?"-
"He was like my first REAL boyfriend, But, No, Not really. What about you? Where's your lil' Novio?" I asked. I didn't intentionally switch to Spanish. She looked at me confused, But eventually got it.
"I'on got time" She sighed. I could tell it was a touchy subject, So I wasn't going to press it.
* * *
Later that night, Me and Monet were chilling.
Arriving back at the house, We realized the basement was being used.
"The boys are recording"-
" Recording what?"-
"Songs, I told you, They rap."Monet added.
My phone vibrated.
"Is'at your brother again?"-
"Yeah, I gotta get back soon"I spoke. "I need my stuff too"I said, Putting my phone in my back pocket.
"Okay, Let's go"Mo said, Leading the way downstairs. As we got closer, The sound of music thundered through the speakers. There were like six dudes there, One of whom I immediately recognized to be Youngboy. He turned to us as we got there.
"Aye"-
"Jaila's gettin' ready t'go" Mo informed. He nodded. I went to my bag and began to gather my belongings. When I got back up, Mo was on the phone. It was kind of awkward between Youngboy and I. I wasn't going to start the conversation.
He started to say something, But Mo interrupted.
"Youngboy, Can you walk her home? I gotta take care'a somethin' "-
