Into His Love

Six

Isaiah

I walk back to Josh's car feeling like a complete idiot. I don't know what I was thinking. Actually, I do know what I was thinking. I was thinking of taking her out on a date and being turned down was the last thing I expected to happen.

"What happened?" Josh asks pulling off.

"I feel so stupid," I reply putting on my seat belt and slouching down in my seat. I stare straight out the window.

    "Bro, what happened?" He looks at me when he stops at a red light.

    "I asked her out." I exhale loudly.

    "Oh. Shit. I guess it didn't go well." He states the fucking obvious. I look at him with the 'fuck you think' face. "It's Kimberly. She's been through a lot of shit. Just give her some time."

"What kind of shit?" I ask him.

"None of your business."

"Just tell me." I sit up in my seat.

"I'm not telling you. Anything she wants to tell you about herself she can tell you herself," He says with a smug smile. He can be such a dick sometimes.

"Tell me what shit."

"Hell no. She would kill me."

"The hell. Are you scared of her or some shit?"

"'Am I scared of her'? Is this elementary school?" He glances at me laughing. "If Kimberly found out I told you anything she'd be pissed and you've never seen her mad. It's fucking crazy. It's like one minute she's so quiet and then boom! It's like World War III in this bitch." He's still laughing.

"I wouldn't tell her dumbass." He clearly has no idea how badly I want to punch him yo get the information I need.

"No? But I would still know I told you and I'm not doing her like that," He tells me. I know he's trying to end the conversation lightly and I'm okay with that because I'm over this right now.

"You're an ass, you know that?" I lay my head against the seat and close my eyes.

"I bet." He chuckles. Dick.

When I walk into my house, I follow the light to the kitchen to find my mom washing dishes.

   "You still up?" I walk over to her and kiss her cheek.

    She has smooth, dark skin with shoulder-length hair cut into a bob and brown eyes. I'm much taller than her.

"Yeah. You know I wasn't going to sleep until you got home." She sighs, staring into my eyes. "What's wrong?"

    "I'm fine mom." I begin to walk away.

"Isaiah Xavion Allen." I cringe and stop walking. I hate it when she says my whole name, especially my last name.

    "If you don't tell me what's wrong with you boy."

    "It's this girl mom," I state. She scoffs and her face is twisted into a deep frown.

"Isaiah." She screws her eye shut and holds her hand up to me. "I just know you are not walking around here moping over one of those fast ass little girls that-"

"No. It's not even like that." I reassure her. "She's not like any of the other girls I dated." 'Dated' in quotations. I never dated any of those girls. Not one.