Sierre Gonzalez
A smile played on my lips as I quickly texted back and right after I sent it the 3 dots popped up letting me know that she was texting back. I rubbed my hand over my shirtless chest before pulling myself up on the bed so that my back was resting against the headboard.
We had been texting heavy and staying up all night on the phone over the weeks. I even started walking her to class and sitting with her at lunch. It was safe to say that I was feeling her and deep down I was hoping she was feeling me too.
I decided to call her instead and she picked up on the first ring. "JT, what you doing later on? Like in a couple hours." I ask, calling her by the nickname I'd given her.
"Supposed to be meeting up with Melody... why? You wanna see me?" She asked and I could hear the smile in her voice.
"Yeah, I gotta go and get Mari first tho." I say, moving the phone over to my other ear as I scratched my leg. "Y'all trynna match later?" I asked,
"Hell yeah." She says with so much excitement in her voice that it made me smile.
"Send me your address and I'll slide through after I get Mari." I say, still smiling like a fucking dummy.
"Ight bet." She says before ending the call.
Hearing someone clear their throat caused me to look up to see Mama standing there holding a brown paper bag that was folded neatly at the top and stapled.
"You talking to girls now?" She says, walking further in and I chuckled, "You saying it like I be in here caked up talking to niggas." I said, lowkey feeling some type of way off her comment.
"Nah, I ain't even mean it like that." She said, scratching the back of her head, "Nigga you know what I'm saying." She says looking towards the door where Mom stood watching us like a weirdo.
I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what they were up to. "Wassup? Y'all making me anxious." I said, looking between them both. Mom quickly walked off and I turned to look at Mama as she was sitting there with a weird look on her face.
"Ion know how to go about this shit.. so here." She easily opened the paper bag and dumped condoms on my bed in the empty spot between us.
"Ion know if you be fucking or not, and I really don't care if you are.. Desiree forced me to come in here and talk to you about sex and shit." She said awkwardly which caused me to laugh.
It was always funny whenever Mama needed to talk to me about serious shit because she's not a talker and never knows what to say.
"So.. are you?" She asked and I adjusted how I was sitting so we were now shoulder to shoulder.
"Am I what? Having sex?" I ask with a raised eyebrow and she nodded her head. Just to make shit weirder I said, "What even is sex?"
"Boy you know what the fuck I'm talking about. Stop playing." She snapped, slapping me upside my head causing me to laugh. "Nah, ion be having sex."
She squinted her eyes at me like she ain't believe me causing me to grow offended. "Just cause a young nigga cute and got girls chasing me don't mean I be feeding into that shit." I stated.
