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Chapter 46: Shots Fired

Thursday night I was packing my stuff up for the trip that Lina and I would be going on Friday while Michael was lying across my once neatly made bed, his fingers tapping endlessly against his phone screen. Occasionally, when I would walk on his side of the bed, he would do something annoying like hit my butt, pinch me, or hit me with a pillow and then act like he didn't do it. I didn't care though; I loved when he acted like himself, verses what he put on for other people.

"So I ain't gon see you tomorrow, Saturday, or Sunday?" Michael asks me cocking his eyebrow, while sitting up so that his back now rested against the headboard.

"Well I'll be back late Sunday night. You could come and pick me up if you want," I say stuffing my pair of black converses in the duffel bag. "I would really like for you to pick me up."

"I can," Michael replies shrugging.

I was finally done packing everything so I zipped up the bag and set it in the corner of my room before crawling up on my bed to lie next to Michael. He was back into his phone, but he automatically knew I wanted his attention so he laid it down on the table next to my bed. I ran my fingers through his curls and kissed him gently on the lips before pouting, making his eyebrows furrow.

"Uh oh... what I do?" He asks making me chuckle.

I shake my head, "nothing. I'm just going to miss you," I admit and shrug my shoulders.

"Mhm now you see how a nigga feelin," he says and smirks at me making me thump him in his large forehead.

"Can't you just say you'll miss me too and not be so smart all the time?"

"You know I'm playin," he replies smiling, "ima miss yo ass too," he bites down on his lip before kissing me once again, pulling me close. "But best believe when you come back..." his eyebrow raises and I can't help but laugh and push him off of me. I do it right on cue because then my mom opens the door smiling at the two of us.

"Dinner's ready," Michael and I both nod our heads and sit up from the bed to go to the kitchen.

Simone had already set the table and was currently pouring a glass full of Kool-Aid for everyone. Michael and I sit next to each other while Simone sits opposite of us and my mom sits in her usual chair at the end of the table. Everything felt relaxed until I heard the beeping of the alarm and then my dad's heavy feet. My stomach turns and the mashed potatoes I had dipped up on my fork were soon clashing back on the plate. He hadn't been here since Friday, well at least for dinner that is, and I was curious as to what he was doing here now after almost a week.

"James," my mom says standing up from the table and I turn just to see him standing frozen in the entrance of the kitchen staring directly at Michael, who for this part hadn't even showed any sign of acknowledging my dad. He was peaceful scooping a mixture of mashed potatoes and corn on his fork and eating it like it was the best meal in the world. "James sit down, I'll make you a plate," my mom says going over to the cupboards to grab a glass.

The sound of his feet walking across the kitchen table to the floor felt like an earthquake in my head. I felt my stomach flip-flopping and my palms becoming clammy as I turned back to face my plate. With my slightly trembling hand I picked up my fork and put the mashed potatoes in my dry mouth. I felt Michael's hand move my thigh before giving it a light squeeze which actually calms me a little, but that is forgotten the minute my dad sits down at the table, right at the corner of Michael.

"Mr. Calhoun," Michael says to him and smirks. "Good evening," I swear my dad's lip twitches but it doesn't faze Michael. He just smiles and continues eating.

"Here," my mom says and sets the plate in front of my dad. "How was work?"

"I wasn't there today," he replies making me furrow my brows.