Raised in a Gang

Chapter 21

"And he had the nerve to pull the same thing he pulled when we first met! Is he serious?" I groaned in frustration and threw my head back on my pillow.

Mickie sat across from me on the bed. She listened to my babbles and sipped the Sprite and had a bag of Goldfish crackers. Right when I got home, she called my phone and told me whatever she had to do ran short and she just needed to shower and change her clothes. She apparently planned on spending the night because her folks were arguing and she didn't want to be around it.

Originally we were talking about how things were with her folks, then it turned into how she's getting overweight, then that went into how she felt about Santo and how their relationship was currently. Eventually, things pulled towards me and Ray and I told her about my encounter with him earlier.

"So basically it was a set up?" Mickie asked.

"I think so! I mean--"

"Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Hol' up. Hol' the hell up." Mickie said with her hand up to silence me. "Wasn't this during school hours?" She asked. "What the hell is Ray doing working a shift when his ass should be in school working on our final grade of the year?"

I sat up and looked at her. I never thought of that. What was Ray doing working a shift at Trader Joe's when he should've been at school?

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Probably playing hookie or something. Lord knows that boy is always into some fishy mess."

Mickie nodded in agreement and reached for my bag of Trolli's. I snatched the bag away and tsked at her.

"Nuh-uh uh." I said, "Not my Trolli's." Mickie smacked her teeth and huffed a sigh.

"Anyways, aren't you worried about being sick? I mean, I feel like crap right now. I don't want you to get sick because of me."

Mickie shrugged. "No, I actually like being sick for some reason." She said, "Besides.. if that means I can avoid seeing Santo's stupid self, I'm fine with it."

"Mickie, you worry me sometimes." I said with a serious face.

She, again, gave me a shrug and this time snatched the bag of Trolli's from my hand. She grabbed a handful before throwing the bag on my lap.

Mickie stopped at the door when she got up and saluted me. "Where you going?"

"Well first to wash them dishes you got piled up in yo kitchen sink," She said, "Then imma call for some Chinese food or something 'cuz a nigga is starving."

I shook my head with a smile and rolled my eyes. Mickie seriously got food before she came over, ate snacks in front of me, then took some of my Trolli's and yet, she's still hungry. I swear that girl is a black hole for food. Never does she ever complain about being full; it's always "I'm hungry," or "I'm starving."

I grabbed my phone and went through my Instagram for a couple minutes before checking Facebook and Twitter. When those got boring, I decided to text Qiana.

-Hey, Wassup ?
Q: Nothin much. Finna go out w Bae ❤. Wby ?
-You Still Talkin To Jacob ? I Thought You Were Pissed Off At Him For What Happened To Lucky ...
Q: Yeah, I was .. But I can't stay mad at him when he didn't really do shit. TBH IDK why Mickie ended shit w Chresanto. He and Jacob were outside. How tf would he be able to stop shit..

-Whaddya Mean By That ?
Q: Jacob and J.L. and Santo and Craig and Myles were all outside when things went down. It was all EJ's fault.

-Wow ... I GTG , I'll Hit You Up Later ... Bye.

I sighed and looked around my room. So Ray was telling the truth? EJ did shoot Lucky ... But either way I'm still mad at Ray. He thought out of anger instead of reasoning. However, I felt bad for blowing up on Ray like that. He was trying his best to keep me safe and I just exploded on him. Yeah, it was a dumbass reason, but I could've tried to see things from his point of view. All I knew was, I needed to talk to him.

Mickie came back in the room a couplr minutes later with a stack of Eggo waffles drowned in maple syrup and my house phone between her ear and shoulder.

"Mmhm... Yup... Yea... Okay... How much?... Okay... O-okay... When will it be here?... Okay... Thank you." She bent down for me to take the phone. I hung up the phone and tossed it in my pile of clothes on the other side of my bed.  She took a seat and continued to scarf down the waffles.

"Who was that?" I asked awkwardly.

Mickie looked at me with a mouthful of waffle. She cut the waffle with her teeth and a fork before sitting the plate on the floor and folding her legs.

"I ordered Chinese. Should be here in fifteen-twenty minutes." She said. She knelt over for the plate and finished her food. "Gosh, I am so freaking hungry."

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. She was making me feel suspicious on why she was so hungry all of a sudden. She mentioned about a week before she broke up with Chres that she skipped a period, but I thought nothing of it. For some reason, I felt like she was pregnant.

"What?" She asked. "Why you staring at me like that?"

"Didn't you mention something about skipping a period?" I asked.

She shrugged and waved it off. "I'm sure it's late."

"Two weeks late, Mickie? Come on, get real. Be honest with me, okay?" Mickie nodded and grabbed her bag of Goldfish crackers. "Have you and Santo been sexually active?"

"Awh man! No, I don't want to have the sex talk with my best friend. Tyra, I think you're letting the common cold fuck up yo head."

"Mickie, I'm serious. You skipped a period, you're eating a lot more than normally, you're extremely moody. I mean, how long is it going to be until your tits are tender and you have morning sickness?"

Mickie suspiciously scratched the back of her head and looked around. She was purposely avoiding eye contact with me.

"Mickie..."

She sighed and closed her eyes. "I threw up in the bathroom this morning. Q said it was probably food poisoning or something, but now that you bring it up, I'm scared." She started sobbing and covered her face. "What the hell do I do, Tyra? My folks are going to kill me! Then kill Chres and come back to kill me again."

"Mickie..." I sighed. "Mickie, talk to Chres. If he loves you like he says he does, he'll help you out." She looked at me with red, puffy eyes and sniffled. She nodded and ran a hand through her hair.

"Can you come with me?" She asked. I nodded and gave her a reassuring smile.

Mickie got herself into some deep shit...

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