Jeremiah POV
"You too pretty to be fighting."They kept telling her but she wasn't hearing it.
"I been fighting all my life and if a bitch want it, she gon' get it."She shrugged.
416-811-7032(maybe: Haley): you really chose that bitch over me and bought her over here to beat me up😒
I wasn't going to respond until Jordan took the phone from me. "Fuck you too bitch."She wrote back.
"You need to chill out."I took the phone back and turned it off.
"We goin' talk for a min', we'll be back down."i told everybody that was in the living room. I locked my bedroom door.
"Why you had to break it up!"She fussed. "I was goin' to town on that hoe."
"Smoke."I lit the already rolled up blunt.
"I told you I don't smoke."
"You need to. Calm ya nerves down."
She hesitantly took it and put it to her mouth. After a while, she got the hang of it. I watched her smoke it to smithereens.
"I really called you my babe today."She laughed. I laughed with her.
"I heard that."
"What if we was baes?"She asked me. I got comfortable in the bed, with my head on her lap.
"What chu mean?"
I don't know if that's the weed talking or if that's what she's been thinking about this whole time...
"This is what I mean."She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me.
"Come on,"She whispered, fumbling with my shirt.
"Uh uh. You high, ian finna take advantage of you like that."
"I'm high, not drunk. And I trust you. You're my bestie."
"We can kiss some more but ian fuckin' you."
"You sayin' it like I'm dirty."
"You know ian mean it like that. I'm just sayin' because ion wanna hurt you."
"Don't even worry about it."She waved me off and fell face first on the bed.
"You good?"
"I'm fine. Kinda hungry."
"Ima go get you something to eat. What you want?"
"Doritos. The blue bag."
I left the room and jogged down the steps but stopped when I heard the adults talking. I found that Chrisette got on a plan to go back to Baton Rouge.
"Just the man I was looking for."My dad spoke up.
"What's up?"I asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and a bag of chips.
"We goin' on a yacht so you gonna have to watch Colten and Vangi."
"How long y'all gonna be gon'?"
"A week."
"A week? I gotta watch them bad ass kids for seven days!"I exclaimed.
"Yes and you should have no problem considering I babysat your ass for years."Madre spoke up.
"Nobody told you to do that tho."
"It's something called kindness of your heart."
"Man aight. Ima watch em. When y'all leave?"
