Wrong number(lil mosey) discontinued

Day 6: texting

Lathan POV:

It was Monday and everybody had just left. I was finally home alone, and shit, it felt good not to hear anybody in my house. Someone's always here...

My phone started ringing, making this annoying ads sound. Damn, somebody just had to ruin my peace.

"What?" I decided to answer. Hm, what if it was my mom or something? I probably shouldn't have answered with "what" without checking the caller ID...

"Don't "What" me. I brung you in to this world, and I can take you out." Oh shit, it was my mom.

"Sorry."

"I need you to pick your brother up from school at 3:55 on the dot. Don't you dare have the damn nerve to be late either." Typical black mom. Yeah, yeah, nothing new.

"Why though? I thought he got out at 2...?" I asked. I know good and well my brother don't get out at no damn three fifty five or whatever the hell she said. I bet his ass got detention or something.

"Yeah, he got detention...."

"Ha, knew it. That sounds like my lil nigga." Yeah, I kind of forgot I was on the phone with my mother....who actually just threatened to end my life. Oops.

"Stop cussing before I come to your house and beat your ass. I haven't used my knife and bat in a while though..."

"I'm too old for you to beat me." I don't know what sparked this new go-against-my-mama attitude today, but I like it. Let's just hope I don't get my ass beat fr.

"Oh hell no, you're never too old. Anyways, thank you, see you later, darling. I love you."

She hung up, so I looked at the clock. It is 3:30, so I left to go get the lil nigga.

I pulled up to his school to see this nigga fighting a grown ass man. Well at least the dude looked like a man. Anyways, he got five minutes to fight him before he got to get in this car.

I got out the car and grabbed Jayveon from his fight after I waited five minutes. The big nigga was lowkey getting dragged, so therefore I, judge Mosey, declare that I saved a niggas life, and that I am now therefor know as a hero.

"Come on, Jayveon. I got shit to do here." I dont have better shit to do than watch my brother drag a grandpa that work in a fucking corner store or something, and that's sad, but I don't want to be here. I could be texting Mar or something.

......but you know what they say, kids. No texting and driving.

I let go of his arms and we walked to the car. Poor dude though, he was still lying on the floor. He probably deserved it anyways. The nigga had a mustache. A MOTHER FUCKING MUSTACHE!!! He definitely deserved to get his ass beat with that shit.

" Why'd you get detention?" I ask, cutting to the point. What? I'm nosey.

"I came in class late and didn't have a damn pass. Can you believe this shit? They asses should be even lucky that I showed up at all." Jayceon, my idiot ass brother, said.

"So, why were you fighting?"

"He hit me, so I hit his ass back." Jayceon would be the one....