Please Remember Me

Chapter 11

Jordan POV

It's been two weeks and I'm going back to school. I wore my black and gold Jordan shirt, cargo shorts so my knee brace could fit, and my thunder 4s. I put my hair in a ponytail and grabbed my crutches. I eased down the stairs to my parents.

"Good morning." They both smiled at me. I'm not in no jolly ass mood right now! Everything I do from here on out is about revenge!

"No New York?" I said sarcastically.

"And what has your panties in a knot?" My mom asked with raised eye brows. My dad looked at me for a second then looked back at his paper.

"Nothing." I grabbed an apple and waited on Josh to come get me. This nigga takes three years to come EVERY MORNING! The fuck he be doing?!

"Do not go to school picking with that girl." My mom said sternly.

"Who the fuck ima mess with while on crutches?!"

"Watch your mouth before you be picking up your teeth." My dad snapped. I looked from him to my mom and back to him.

"How about y'all go to 'work' because I been raising myself since the womb!" I snapped and left out. Thank god I saw Josh pulling into the drive way. I put my crutches in his backseat then got in. Amir and Keith was with him.

"Feeling better?" Keith asked.

"Yea physically." I nodded.

"What about mentally?" Josh looked over at me then back to the road.

"I'm gone rub that bitch face across some damn tar in the street." I bit down on my bottom lip. They laughing and I'm dead serious. She set me up! She was supposed to be my friend.

"Why would she do me like that?" I asked.

"Maybe she jealous cause you fine as fuck." Keith laughed.

"Or maybe because she a hoe and you not." Josh said.

She probably know I know Amir

"I'm fucking your baby mama up." I turned and looked at Mir.

"Go for it." He said with a blank look. I noticed he hasn't said anything since I got in the car. I wonder what's up with that.

"Who stole your best friend?" The question came out without me thinking. He looked at me like 'bitch really'. I turned around without expecting an answer.

"Homie back here found out his bitch wasn't his bitch and the bitch pregnant by another bitch nigga." Keith said. It took me a while to even understand what he just said.

"Yea I told you she was a hoe Mir. Everybody smashed that so I don't know how you figured that was yours." Josh shook his head. Amir still didn't say anything. He just looked out the window. I wanted to comfort my friend so badly!

"Don't worry about it. I'm gone fuck her up enough for the both of us." I assured him.

We pulled up to the school. I limped my ass up the steps with Keith, Josh, and Amir around me. Everybody was staring and whispering. We walked in and I went to my locker. I could feel people watching me.

"Excuse you!" I turned around and snapped. They all looked away and started talking.

"Josh I need to sit down." I told him.

"Let me help." Amir said.

"Naw homie I got this." Josh kind of pushed Amir off me. Amir looked shocked.

"You ain't have to be mean about it." I told Josh. We walked in first period so I could sit down.

"Better?" He asked once I sat down.

"Sure." I nodded.

I listened to the lecture and jotted a few notes down. I feel like going home!

*

When the day ended I met up with my crew outside in the parking lot. I saw Georgia posted up with her friends.

"Ima confront her." I said.

"Naw shorty." Josh held on to my arm.

"Why not?! That bitch ruined my whole senior year!" I pouted.

"Confront her." Amir said while staring at her with a evil look. She looked over here and waved sweetly. We all flipped her off.

I got my crutches and made my way over to them. Good, Mel is in this crew too. Now I can confront all of them.

"How is your leg sweetheart?" Georgia asked.

"I should fuck you up!" I snapped. Her and her friends gasped dramatically.

"So is that how you treat your friends?" She smirked.

"You think I'm fucking playing with you! When I start beating yo ass I bet it won't be funny then!" I got in her face. She still wore this devious smirk.

"How does it feel to talk to best friends?" She laughed.

"I wouldn't know." I bagged out her face.

"Oh really? Well maybe I should ask Josh and Amir and see how they feel about it." She nodded her head over to them.

"You know I care for Josh like a boyfriend and care for Amir like a brother!" I snapped.

"You should probably be easy on that leg." She laughed with her girls and left. I can't wait till I get off these things!

~One month later~

I got out of bed and grabbed my phone. I saw two missed calls from Josh.

"Hello?" I called him.

"You called?" I asked.

"Hell yea. Why you ain't answer last night?" He asked.

"Now you know I had physical therapy and after that I went to sleep." I shrugged as if he could see me.

"At least you off them crutches. All you got to do is wear this small brace on your knee." He said.

"Yea so I'll talk to you when I get to school." I told him before hanging up.

I looked at the clock and saw I was already 30 minutes late for school. I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I got out and put on a bra and underwear.

This is my first day back to school without those crutches and I want to look good. I wore a simple black crop top that showed off my full breasts. I matched it with my Givenchy jean shorts. I tied my plaid shirt around my waist and wore my retro 4s. I grabbed my LV bag and phone and went downstairs.

"Well you look damn good." Mom smirked.

"Don't tell her that. That will only make her head bigger." Dad said with a straight face.

"I think it's time I get back on my grind." I told them.

"Well you can take my car because when you come back your mom and I will be gone to California for the rest of the week." Dad killed my vibe with that shit.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"We need to get paid too Jay! How do you think you are able to wear ray bans and all that gold?" Mom asked.

"You said that like its a job you can tell anybody! You guys are hired assassins! That shit ain't cool! I can't even be real with Amir as to why we left." I pouted.

"And I love my job." My mom said.

Yea my mom and dad are brutal murderers. In their eyes nothing is wrong with that. They have actually been trained for this shit. At one point we had to live under false names. You ever watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith? Well that's the type of shit they be on. Mr. and Mrs. Collins.

"Well I'm gone." I threw up the deuces before I left out. I got in dad's car and roared off to school.