BarBie

Chapter 4

Deon P.O.V)

I went to McDonalds because a nigga was hungry as fuck. I pulled up right beside a white Audi. I took a double take and realized it was the same car from last night. I hopped out my whip and made my way inside. I looked around and that's when I spotted her with a little mixed Boy. They looked to be matching and they looked like twins.

I looked at her from head to toe. She was beautiful indeed. She was light skinned like she was rican and black. She was short and wore her hair in curls. She had hella tattoos that I didn't notice last night. I looked down at the little boy and seen he was pouting and that's when I walked over.

" What's wrong little man ?" I asked him. He looked up at me and I looked down at Her.

" Hey Baby Doll..." I say to her. She looked at me before replying.

" Hey" she replied before grabbing the little boy and moving up in line. Once she finished she turned around to see me watching her. She waited for her order before she went to sit down. After ordering my food I went to sit with them. I sat my food down first and they both looked at me.

" Can I eat with y'all ?" I asked her. She stared at me long and hard before nodding. I sat down next to little man. And he wasnt paying any attention. He was grubbin.

" Your little brother is so cute." I told her.

" My son. .... my son is so cute and thank you." she told me. I was shocked. She had a baby. She look so young. I wanted to question her but I decided not to because that's not my business. I looked at her son and smiled before whispering in his ear.

" What's your momma name.?" I asked him.

" BarBie." he told me. I looked at him then her then her shirt. Impossible.

" Your name is BarBie?" I asked. She nodded.

" That's kinda ... fake " I said. She looked at me and laughed.

" What's your name because you come in here like we friends yet we don't know Eachothers name. " she asked me. I laughed at her response.

" Deon. It's Deon." I told her.

" I'm surprised you don't know who I am ." I said kinda shocked. She looked confused.

" And why should I ? Who are you to me And mine ? Nobody ? I thought so. I don't give a damn who you are..." she snapped. I was taken back because I ain't know Shawty had a quick temper.

" I'm sorry for pissing you off ma. Forgive me and have a hash brown ." I say with a pouting face She looked at me and laughed

" Wow. Come on Bryce we have to get to school ." she says cleaning up her mess and grabbing her son.

" School ?" I asked.

" Yeah the place you know for education? ...." She said in a duh tone. I laughed and went for my next move.

" Can I have your number please ?" I asked. She smiled and gave me her number.

"Imma text you later ight ..." I said to her. She smirked and walked off with her son on her hips looking like a boss ass beautiful mother. But she just so young.