Chapter 2
"When I left school, my stomach was touching my spine, I was starving. I really didn't feel like going to a fast food place, neither did I want to go to a restaurant. Everybody that I hung with was usually at work at this time of day, it was just now 12:30pm. i figured someone had to be taking lunch. either my mama or Kelly. the first person I called was my mama, maybe she had left overs, and I wouldn't have to spend my own money. or cook, since I was left out of options.
"Hello?"
"Hey mama, you working today?!"
"You know the answer to that, why? are you coming by?"
"Well actually I just left school and I-" she cut me off mid sentence, I hated that.
"Oh that's right, you started your masters program today! how was it?.. you know what, you can just come by the shop and tell me all about it. I'm in downtown, alright baby, see you in a bit." and just like that she hung up the phone. she talked so fast and demanding I couldn't tell her no if I wanted to. damn, I should of just called Kelly. she was about to make me drive 40 minutes to tell her about my damn class? this was a complete waste of gas, plus I had to be back up here at this damn school by 5pm for my other one and I was itching for a nap. I just wanted to call her and tell her no and that I would call and tell her about class, but if I wanted to live to see graduation I guess that wouldn't of been the best thing. when my mom asked you, no tells you to do something, it's no second thought or debating, or yo ass was beat. period. weather it was verbally or physically. til this day she didn't play that shit, not even with my daddy. she'll give him the silent treatment for a hour and his sprung ass would be damn near ready to commit suicide. I assumed she missed me, I haven't seen my parents and Solange in a week, we just talked every other day on the phone. well not Solange and I, but my parents and I, just to check in. I've been to busy trying to decorate and clean my condo my dad had just bought. I've been in the process of making it feel like home. my home. we usually would make arrangements and id do dinner with them twice a week, but I haven't had the time. my brain has really been elsewhere.
I got on the freeway, and popped in my India Arie CD, the Voyage of India. just to try and relax my mind. it was gray outside, and almost looked like it was going to rain. so the mood was set and perfect. just as I was in my zone, humming to my girl India. my phone had to ring and interrupt. I never look at the caller ID when I'm driving, I don't be having time for that..
"Hello?"
"What up Shawty" I immediately grew annoyed knowing exactly who it was.
"Hi Will" I said completely unbothered and rolling my eyes. I ain't want to talk to his ole dirty ass, that's what I get for being to nice and giving him my number.
"Why you ain't soundin' to excited to hear my voice shawty" oh my god I hated when he called me "shawty" like nigga, I aint ya shawty. what the hell..
"I'm sorry, I'm just not in the mood really" I sort of lied. hoping he would take the hint I didn't want to talk.
"oh is dat right? well I'm sorry, if you slide thru it's guaranteed that I can make you feel better." he said trying to sound sexy. I just rolled my eyes and let out a fake chuckle.
"Oh um, I'm sorry. maybe another time" shit, why did I say that. "but I'm actually on the way to see my mom, then I have school later tonight, so I'm kind of swamped for the evening and afternoon." before he could respond, I just needed to cut this conversation short. I didn't feel like his complaining and shit. "Hey willie can I call you back, I'm driving, my headpiece is in the back and I really don't want to get a ticket." why was I even explaining myself to him? ain't like he my nigga.
