THE BLOCK

Aint That Yo Daddy? 💀👨‍👦🥀

Brandon's Point Of View.

"First of all I didn't get beaten up, I got jumped" I tell Fuck Shit roaming down the corridors, making our way to our last class of the day, maths.

"Sure...man, my fucking head hurts" he complains.

"Yeah, cause your dumb ass doesn't know how to handle your drinks"

He kisses his teeth turning into Mr Fadell's class as I follow after him taking my seat behind Lark as Chloe has the seat next to her.

"Why is everyone looking so depressed!" My Fadell questions, excited, Fuck Shit has a hang over, I got jumped and Lark has been sleeping on the sofa for days, shit we're all going through some stuff and we can't wait for the day to end.

"Wakey, wakey" he calls, happy as fuck.

"Ah, sir please" Fuck Shit begs.

"Drinking again last night Courtney? Last week it was him now you and what happened to your face?"

"He got beaten up" Fuck shit replies for me.

"I got jumped, there was one of me and like nine of them"

"That's why y'all need to get your asses of them streets and at home, studying your books. It's a cruel world out there" Mr Fadell replies before turning to the white board to scribble some shit.

After class had ended Lark had gone off with Chloe, Fuck Shit and I had jumped on the bus, after twenty minutes or so I ended up home and just as I was about to walk through the front door my phone began to ring. I dig into my pocket to see that the caller ID reads 'Flaco' so I answer the phone putting it towards my ear.

"Yo"

"What's up?" I question.

"Man, I saw that video, how did you not get a hit in?" I roll my eyes as he chuckles down the phone, bussing up.

"I don't know... how am I gonna get my shoes back?"

"Guess Imma have to show you how to shoot that gun for real"

"Nah. I don't want kill no one"

"I thought you said you had to use it before a couple weeks ago"

"Yeah...true" I declare as I see my mom pull up and grab some groceries out of the car.

"K then, meet us at the seven eleven across roller world"

"Aiyt" I answer before he hangs up as mom push opens the door.

"Mom, can I go out real quickly?" I question following her into the house and closing the door behind me.

"Nope, you was out all night last night and didn't come home until seven"

"I'll only twenty minutes"

"I said no, take your ass up them stairs, we have company for dinner"

"Company, like who?" I question.

"You'll see when he gets here"

"He?" I ask, confused as fuck, my mom never invites people over, well maybe friends but very rarely.

"Just stop asking all these questions and go upstairs and change, first impressions matter" I kiss my teeth, heading upstairs.

Lark's Point Of View.

I look at myself in a mirror in a huge cubical, it's my eighteenth birthday in two months and only now am I planning a party, it's nothing special just a couple friends and some family, maybe forty or fifty of us max. I'm dressed in a red silk dress that you've probably seen trending on Instagram. The dress has a very high slit that my mom probably wouldn't approve of, but I'm an adult now, well in nine weeks.

"Come on I wanna see!" Chloe shouts waiting outside on a stool. I take a look at the back before opening the door and stepping out wearing the dress and a pair of white Nike socks that I wore to school.

"D'you think it's too much?"

"You look good. For real" she comments "Turn around" I do a little spin showing her the back of the dress.

"Oh, wow, you look great" one of the workers compliment. "Thanks" "If you don't get it, I will" she states, shimmying off.

"Are you getting it then?

I shrug, looking at the price tag, $30.00. "I only have $20 so..."

"It's okay, I got you" Chloe mentions pulling out her credit card.

"Nah, it's okay, I'll just wear something in my wardrobe or save up"

"Save up? Come on you know by the time you save up they'll have new stock and wear something you've worn before for your 18th? Uh-uh"

"Thanks" I respond pulling her into a hug, before going back into the changing room to put my clothes back on.

Brandon's Point Of View.

"BRANDON! Come downstairs!" My mom yells as I sigh pausing the game and throwing the control down on to the bed. I get up and leave my room, heading downstairs to see mom standing up talking to some guy who is sitting around the table.

"Oh there he is" mom acknowledges when she notices me standing by the door.

"Brandon I want you to meet someone, this is your dad, Mitch"

I kiss my teeth "Did you really call me downstairs for this shit?"

"Watch your mouth, okay. I know your probably confused as hell right now I was too when he messaged me on Facebook, but I know that it's better to forgive than forget, which is why I'm giving him a second chance with me and I hope you could do the same"

I snigger, this has to be a fucking joke. "You know Imma bout to be eighteen in five months right?"

"I know and I'm sad that I missed out on so much but I never forgot about you."

"Then where was you?" I ask.

"When you was born I went to jail for two years and I just thought what was the point, by that point your mom already had a new boyfriend and y'all was happy and taken good care off." He tries to explain.

"We didn't need shit from you then and we don't need shit from you now"

"Brandon?"

"Nah, I get it, my dad wasn't there for me either"

"K then." I state before leaving.