Try Again (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 11: Lonely

Before I start the chapter I would like to say I got my nails done. Well I got them longer than I usually do, and a bitch can't type for shit. I tried typing this on my computer but it still was difficult. Please excuse any mistakes. I'm going to go through and edit this before I publish, but y'all know I got terrible vision. I hate authors notes, so let's just get into the story :)...

Told you he was in love
Bitch he read you the script

: Dreezy

RICO

A loud knock on my door woke me up. I opened my eyes and stared at Amarah. She stood there with breakfast. We haven't spoken since last night.

I have no problem with Gerald, but I do have a problem with them together. Jordan tolerated Gerald, and I could do that too. I always knew Gerald wanted to be more than friends with her. Amarah is so clueless sometimes. She's going to continue to entertain him until he breaks her heart, three times in a row.

She came over to me and sat on my bed. I looked at the food. It consisted of McDonald's pancakes, some hash browns, and a sausage McGriddle.

"I know you didn't drive m-"

"I talked ta ya mama. She picked somethin up fa' she left fa work."

I nodded, "I see you're getting along with her."

"Yea' she's real nice,"She spoke softly. "We gotta talk 'bout last night."

I shook my head, "What you do with Gerald is none of my business."

She sighed loudly. I dug my fork into the pancakes. As upset as I was, the pancakes were hitting every spot.

"Then why ya so mad fa?"

"It's 'why are you so mad?'" I corrected. "You just waited for Jordan to drop dead to pull that stunt. That's very disrespectful considering you're having his baby."

"Ya don't know shit bout Jordan and I. Jordan ain't who ya think he is."

"I've know Jordan better than you ever could. He was my best friend, and I know he wouldn't like this. Is Gerald going to play step father now?"

She picked up the cup of orange juice and threw it in my face. I jumped at the ice touching my bare chest. She picked up the plate of food and threw it in my lap. My bed was soaked with McDonald's breakfast.

"Fuck ya! Ya don't kna shit bout what Jordan put me through bitch!"She screamed at me.

She ran out of the room. I didn't chase after her. I learned that doing that would just lead to more problems.

I got out of my dirty bed. I took my bed set and placed it in my dirty clothes bin. I would just buy a new one after school. That white bed set was done. I grabbed a outfit out of my drawer.

Most of my clothes were getting to small. I don't know if it was baseball or Amarah. I spent more time at the fields then I ever have before. Somehow I still made time for Amarah. When I was with Amarah we were eating twenty-four seven. I tried to get us to eat healthy things but Amarah's cravings out weighed every meal plan I had.