The Help (MB)

Chapter 42

*Penny*

Ray had called us awhile ago,telling everyone that Peyton was in good condition and said that they should be home around 4:30. We offered to come pick them up but he had already called a cab.

I sat on the floor,watching tv while Kenya took down my braids. My hair had grown alot since I had them,which means I really needed to wash it.

Half of my head was done already,and my butt was starting to get tired of sitting on that hard floor.

"Why aren't you and Prod talking to each other like you usually do?" Kenya asked,sort of keeping her voice at a whisper.

"He had a bad attitude so I broke up with him."

"But you weren't even fully dating."

"Yea but I wasnt fully single either."

She chuckled.

"Well,how does he feel about it?"

"He's acting like he doesn't care,but I know he misses me. I'm hard not to miss." I smiled,and she laughed.

"You got that right."

Amaya walked in with Prince and sat down on the couch,starting to fold clothes that she got out of the dryer.

"What are y'all talking about?"

"Nothing." I said.

"Didn't sound like nothing to me." Prince butted in.

"Doesn't sound like you're minding your business to me." I said.

"Well my bad then."

"Someone has a birthday coming up." Amaya said,grinning at Kenya.

"I almost forgot about it until you said something. I got a surprise too,I was talking to a girl at the skating rink last night,and she said that she could get me a great job down at the grocery store up the street. Her dad owns the place."

"What? That's great!" I said.

"Yea,and I asked if she knew anyone that was renting out a house,and she told me about an apartment up the street,right where we used to stay..." She smiled wide.

I thought back to when we stayed in those apartments. We weren't the richest of people then,but we were surely alot happier than we are now.

"When can we move in?" Amaya asked.

"Anytime now,I guess. We might need a few days to get furniture and stuff. But after that,we're good to go."

"Thank god. I'm so tired of living off of other people."

I rolled my eyes at Amaya's comment.

Just then,Craig walked in,whistling some song that sounded familiar.

He looked at me,and I looked the other way,and he went right back to what he was doing. Kenya was done with my hair by now,and I was getting ready to wash it. I went and got in the shower,shampooing it and combing it out. It was down my back by now,in little tiny curls. I decided to let it air dry.

I pulled it into a low ponytail and decided to go and get myself a small snack. I walked into the kitchen,and almost turned back around when I saw Craig digging through the fridge.

"Don't let me stop you." He said dryly,grabbing some grapes and putting them in a bowl.

I walked over to the cabinet,grabbing a bag of chips.

"So we're just going to ignore each other until...?"

"You sure didn't have a problem with it when you got all snappy."

"Stop being so sensitive."

"Okay." I said,rolling my eyes at him and walking off back into the den. I left him in the kitchen alone.

He wants to have a bad attitude,well two can play at that game.