In which Johnathan hides the wet sign to catch Taymor slipping.
JOHNATHAN PORTER.
"Ooo yeah aight." I said dipping the mop back in the yellow bucket as the dirty splashed around a little. I was now mopping the school hallway because these kids were nasty and act like they didn't know what a trash can was or is. "Onna dead locs!"
As soon as I was about to say another bar I get interrupted by my phone vibrating against my hip constantly. I rolled my eyes before stopping what I was doing to grab my phone and instantly sucking my teeth at who was calling me.
"Blueface speaking." I cleared my voice once I placed my phone to my ear.
"Johnathan mothafuckin' porter!" Taymor yells through the phone as soon as I answered making me wince and turn the volume down on my phone. He was always loud for no reason. "Fuck is you at lil dick ass nigga?!"
"Excuse you?" I gasped placing a hand over my chest offended. "Who the fuck you talkin' to Taymor?"
"You the only person on this damn phone, now answer my question!"
"Grown ass man, feed my family." I started crip walking ignoring him, while rolling the bucket down the hallway with my free hand so I can grab the wet sign to put over the area I just mopped. "Go chase a bag, don't worry about what I'm doing."
"Yeah, because you probably with Tyrell!"
"Nigga what?" I scrunched up my face and stopped crip walking wondering who he was talking about. "Who is that?!"
"That brownskin nigga you cheated on me with." He sucks his teeth before I heard something slam on his end as I reached the closest where the school kept everything for the janitors.
"Oh." I smiled flicking the light switch on. "You talkin' about Kentrell?"
"Are you smiling right now?!" Taymor screams making me jump. "Don't fuckin' lie either because I can hear the smile in your bitch ass voice!"
"N-no baby." I lie rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. I cleared my throat reaching up to grab the wet yellow sign so I can put it down on the floor and get out of here to go home.
"You a lie but it's okay, because I'm four blocks down from that mothafuckin' school." Taymor mutters as my eyes widen. "Take me something to play with, I got yo' lanky ass!"
"You don't need to come down here, what the fuck?" I furrow my eyebrows together pushing the bucket into the closet with my foot along with the mop and shrugged because another janitor would pour it out because I wasn't doing it. "I'm tired as hell Taymor, I don't have time for whatever type of bull-shit you about to be on."
"Uh huh." He mumbles. "I feel like you lying to me so Ima check for myself and if you not Ima beat the shit out yo' stick pole shaped ass!"
"Stick pole?!" I screech closing the closet before walking back to the hallway I was on. "We're literally shaped the same."
"Not the fuck we not." He snorts. "I got thick."
"You're welcome." I smirk looking around before opening the sign and placing it over the wet area sighing threw my pink lips. "I'm really tired as fuck."
"I'm on the way, so you better not leave!"
"Yeah aight, bop." I took the phone away my ear to hang up as I heard him still yelling but I wasn't trying to hear that right now. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and roll up a blunt or two. I slipped my phone in my pocket humming grabbing my keys on my torso before turning off the lights making my way through the pitched black hallway as I maneuver my way through the dark.
