Your Match

Fourteen.

              "So you mean to tell me, you told her father y'all was fucking?" Dave asked as he took a drag from the blunt, while Mike tried to contain his laughter.

I slit my eyes leaning back into my chair, "Fuck y'all ! I couldn't lie to the man. He started speaking in tongues and shit. I'm Dominican, that Trinidad shit fucked my head up. Had a nigga thinking he was casting a spell on me!"

They bursted our laughing, and I shook my head, "What happened after," Mike asked, next in the rotation.

I scratched the back of my next and they shook their head, " He want me to stop seeing her...unless I marry her."

They eyes widened and I inhaled in the smoke as they just looked at me. "Marriage? Man y'all only 21, 22.That shit wild!"

"Man, imagine all the shawties you giving up!" Mike said, and I cut my eyes at him letting the smoke out staring out into the yard.

"Who said I'm marrying her?"

"Well, you talk to Zay bout it," Mike asked and I shook my head.

Dave turned his head to the side, "Then what you gon' do?"

I didn't answer but passed the blunt to Dave. I didn't know what I was going to do but marriage wasn't an option to me. I'm still young and haven't experienced the world yet. I haven't done everything I've wanted, to be settled down. And i hope Zay'dira understands that.

"Nat, I love it ! You never cease to amaze me," I said as I admired my hair in the mirror that hung up on the wall of her shop.

I waited until she took pictures and recordings of my hair to actually get up and pay her. "You welcome boo, now go slay the world and tag me!"She said with a laugh as I waved at her as I exited out the shop, laughing back.

My laughing came to a halt soon as I realize I was outside. It felt like reality hit me just as the wind did from it being Spring. I quickly gotten into my car and headed home.