Jamirah Tillman
"You really do be buggin' like what the fuck wrong with you dawg?" Sierre comments after I finished telling him a childhood story of how I broke my leg when I was 8.
"It wasn't even my fault if you really think about it." I tried to explain before I fell out laughing because I knew that was a lie.
My laughter died down eventually and because he wasn't much of a talker it was now quiet. I could hear whatever show he was watching and Mari's occasional laughter every now and then but that was about it.
I locked myself in my room because I didn't wanna deal with my father who was finally home for once. I had gotten so used to being on my own that it didn't even bother me whenever he up and left. He would leave for a couple days and sometimes months at a time and every time he returned the nigga would act as if he was never gone.
The truth was that he hasn't been the same since Mom left him for another man and since I'm being honest I'll admit that it left me scarred too. She had 2 other kids by him and forgot I even existed meanwhile my father was too caught up in his own hurt to see that I was heart broken and in need of his love.
"Why you so quiet all a sudden?" Sierre asked and I could hear the concern in his tone. I loved how caring he seemed to be, but at the same time it scared me. He seemed to be a nice guy with a good head on his shoulders and because I never met a nigga like him, it had me feeling like it was too good to be true. There had to be a catch. Maybe this nigga lowkey nuts or some shit.
"I'm just thinking." I finally said after a few moments of silence went by.
"About?" He questions and I shrugged my shoulders as if he could see me not wanting to get into my thoughts, but I had to know if he was really feeling me or just wanted to fuck. Then I'd know where to go from here.
"Did you mean what you said yesterday?" I asked while nervously playing with my fingers as I waited for him to reply.
"I don't say nothing ion mean babygirl." He says and I blushed at the cute nickname he called me.
"Okay." I said while smiling.
"Have you ate?" He asked and I looked at the time on my phone seeing it was around 5 in the afternoon and I hadn't so much as had a drink of water.
"No." I responded.
"I'm gon be on my way in a couple minutes if that's ight with you." He says and I didn't say anything because I was too busy getting up from my bed and heading to my closet so I could find something to wear.
"Babygirl" he says, giving me butterflies in my stomach and a heartbeat between my legs. I swear this nigga had the sexiest voice ever and I don't even think he realizes it. He could make me weak in the knees just from saying something as simple as babygirl.
"Yes?" I replied,
"Is it ight with you? Ion wanna just be popping up without permission and shit. Ion think we there yet." He says
"Yes boo, you can come get me." I say and I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, "Bet." That was what he said before he ends the call and it had grown on me so now before I get off the phone that was my closing line.
