Jayd
"Khalil you don't have to do this. I can just stay with my sister Jasmine, until I can find somewhere else to live." I said packing clothes in 4 suitcases.
I was being completely honest about what I just said too. I was about to go live with an almost complete stranger. Shit, i'd rather live with my snobby ass sister instead.
"Ma, for the last time, it's all good. Cause if that fuck nigga Dre shows up at your sister's house and you're alone, then what's gonna happen?"
"I guess you're right"
"I'm always right." he said putting my belongings in his trunk. "My crew's gonna get the rest of ya' stuff later."
I crossed my arms across chest and shifted my weight onto my left leg.
"I don't know your 'crew', so I don't trust them with my belongings."
"Well that's the only wat your shit is getting to my house, so deal with it." He said pulling off.
"Rude ass." I mumbled. "Where are we going anyway?"
He hit the steering wheel in frustration, causing me to jump in my seat.
"Why the hell do you ask so many questions? Shit. Irritating ass." He yelled with his eyes glued on the road.
"If I'm so fucking irritating, then why the hell are you helping me?"
"That's a good ass question."
The rest of the car ride was a silent one. You could feel the tension in the air between us. He was pissed and so was I.
We pulled up to this two-story brick home, in the Brooklyn Heights area. He got out without saying a word, so I just decided to stay put in his car.
I watched as an older woman opened the door, I'm guessing his mother? 10 minutes later, he came back outside and kissed her cheek. He was also carrying a little boy that was sleep. He has a kid?
He opened the back door, and out him in his car seat. Honestly, I didn't even notice that it was right there. I watched him as he put him in; he's the spitting image of Khalil. Literally.
Khalil got back in the front and drove off, still not saying anything to me. I guess I have to be the bigger person in this situation.
"You have a son?" I asked quietly, wondering if I was going to piss him off again or not.
"Yeah" He relpied bluntly.
I fucking give up.
We pulled up to his house once again. I never noticed how nice his home really was. It was all brick, and seemed to be 3 stories.
He parked his car in the garage, and then got out taking his son inside with him.
Once again, without saying a word.
I followed him inside his home, and up the marble staircase into the hallway. He disappeared into one of the numerous rooms, and came back out without his son.
"Your room is all the way at the end of the hall, and to the right. " He said pointing down the hall, and then walking into his room.
I walked down the hall following his directions to where I would be living from now on.
I walked into a fairly large room with all white walls, and a plush-cream colored carpet. It also had a balcony overlooking the backyard, a walk in closet, and a personal bathroom. I guess I could live here. I walked into the closet and like he said earlier, all of my things were already here in their rightful places. I still made sure that everything was here just incase. Can't trust niggas these days.
