- Short Chapter
Ivy Booker
The day after I was released from the hospital, I went back over to my auntie's house so I could retrieve my things and go home to rest and elevate my leg. Apparently, when I falsely tumbled down the stairs, I actually sprained my knee and have to walk on crutches for the next two to four weeks but I didn't mind. I figured I would hurt myself anyways, so I was prepared for whatever the doctors said when he came into the room.
"Hey auntie." I smiled, struggling to use my crutches as I stepped into her house. My dad stepped in behind me, while Bella came downstairs with my things.
"Hey baby girl. How are you feeling?" She asked me.
"I have a sprained knee, but I'll be okay. You know I've always been clumsy."
"Man, clumsy as fuck! Where Dean white ass at? I need to holla at him right quick." My dad asked, walking away to look for Uncle Dean.
"Auntie, can I talk to you?"
"Of course. Let's go sit in the kitchen." I followed her, taking a seat at the kitchen table, while Bella sat at the counter. Her mom poured us up a small glass of milk, handing it to us, along with a plate of freshly baked cookies. I swear it was heaven over here. "So what's on your mind?"
"I know it isn't any of my business, but can you tell me a little about your ex-boyfriend?" I asked her. The conversation between me and Tay was heavy on my mind and I just couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story then what he was telling me. She made a stale face, looking over at Bella, who just shrugged her shoulders as they both looked at me.
"Why you want to know about him?" She asked me.
"Dad said that my boyfriend, well...ex-boyfriend now I guess, he said that he resembles your ex and I wanted to know if he had kids or anything."
"Hell if I know. He probably did, seeing as he couldn't keep his dick in his pants! You got a picture of him?" I nodded as Bella handed me my phone and I scrolled to one of our pictures, showing her Tay. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, as she started to laugh a little. "Well I'll be damned! Quanie done fucked around and had himself an offspring."
"Quanie? What kind of name is that?" Bella questioned, scrunching up her face.
"I'ma be honest baby girl, and don't tell your daddy I said this, but Quanie was almost your damn daddy." Well shit. As if on cue, my dad, Uncle Dean, and Uncle Jude came into the kitchen. "Baby look at this boy and tell me who he look like." She handed the phone to him, while he and Uncle Jude stared at the picture.
"I know you lying!" He said, as Uncle Jude started laughing.
"Quazi had a damn baby? Let me find out you the mama, sis!"
"Jude, quit playing with me before I stab your stupid ass!" Auntie snapped.
"I said that same shit last night man! He look exactly like that fuckboy ass nigga, Quanie!" My dad chuckled.
"Okay, is his name Quanie or Quazi because I'm confused." Bella voiced.
"His name was Quanie and before me and your mama got together, she was with his punk ass." Uncle Dean grumbled.
"And he cheated on me with any and everyone, including your daddy's girlfriend at the time."
"Oh wow." Both me and Bella said at the same time. Is this why Tay was saying that we can't be together? Because if so, it's a stupid ass reason if you ask me.
"So what brought this on?" My dad asked me.
"When he came and saw me last night, he said it wasn't good for us to be together, and I wanted to know why he felt that way. Then you said something about him looking like auntie's ex, and I was wondering if that was possibly the reason why." I shrugged.
"I'm really starting to hate him." I heard Bella grumble.
"You and me both." Maybe Tay just didn't want to be with me and he was using a bogus ass excuse, instead of keeping it all the way real with me. Was everything just bullshit and lies? Not for me it wasn't, but clearly it was to him and that really hurt my feelings.
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Thug Lovin': Thug Misses Spin-off
Teen FictionIF YOU HAVEN'T READ THUG MISSES SERIES, THEN PLEASE DO SO BEFORE READING THIS! Bella and Ivy are all grown up and embarking on a crazy journey of their own.