Jamirah Tillman
It had been 2 whole weeks since I last spoke to Sierre and I was hurt about it. He has every right to feel however he feels and I never would make it seem like he doesn't. Still the least he could do is pick up the phone when I call and at least read my texts.
When we were in class the nigga wouldn't so much as look my way. I'd try to stop him so we could talk after class was over and he'd look at me with that intimidating ass glare of his and then walk away in the middle of me talking.
It was like he didn't care about me anymore and that's what hurt me the most. I just wanted my boy back, I've been so bored without him.
My phone began to ring and I looked at the caller ID seeing it was Mari. He was the only hope for trying to get Sierre to talk to me.
"Yo" he says and I put it on speaker as I laid flat on my stomach and waited for whatever news he had for me.
"I just tried to talk to him and he really doesn't wanna see you. He's not him right now so I don't think it's a good idea that you come around at the moment." He says and I frowned at his words.
"But I need to see him." I said sadly and he sighed into the phone before there was commotion followed by a silence. "Imma send you the address." He said sounding defeated.
"Got me risking it all and shit. If I gotta fight this nigga you to blame for it." He says before ending the call and almost immediately my phone beeped and I didn't check it because I knew it was Mari with the address.
I left out the house with a quickness so my dad wouldn't have a chance to say anything. He had been home more than usual and I knew it was only because he ran out of money.
My father wasn't always like this. At one point in time he was a good man and my favorite person, but when my mother left he changed. I honestly miss him, but he wasn't himself these days and I wondered if I would ever get him back.
***
I looked at the mansion in awe as I approached the front door and rung the doorbell. I then stepped back, still looking in amazement. I'm from the hood, never seen a house this big in my life and it motivated me.
The door was pulled open by Sierre's mother and she stared at me with that same intimidating glare Sierre often had before giving that same panty wetting smile her son has.
"Wassup wit' you?" She says, extending her hand and I smiled at the fact that her and Sierre sound the same as far as the accent goes, only hers had a hint of spanish.
"I'm Mani." She says as we shook hands and I introduced myself as well before she invited me in. The foyer was huge, and a nice staircase wrapped around the whole thing. It honestly looked like one of the homes from the movies, and I was in complete awe.
"I think he's in the kitchen." She says while leading the way through the living room and I followed behind her, leaving a small gap of space between us as I did so.
She glanced over her shoulder at me briefly to make sure I was close and once we reached the kitchen, she stopped at the entrance and motioned for to go in.
Sierre had his back to us while he searched the refrigerator. I stood there playing with my fingers nervously, waiting on him to turn around.
I wasn't sure how he would react, and I knew that he didn't wanna talk to me or see me but I couldn't sleep at night knowing he was pissed at me.
The refrigerator door closed and he turned around, looking at me with a deadly glare.
"Ion know why she let yo disloyal ass in." He says while eyeing me with a look of disgust. Even though my heart was aching, and I really wanted to beg this nigga to forgive me I couldn't allow myself to show it. I had to suck it the fuck up like I always do.
"Look, I don't wanna argue in your people's home. Can we talk in your room, or outside or something?" I ask, shoving my hands in the pockets of my jean jacket as I watched him approach me.
This was my first time seeing him shirtless and I was honestly in love at the sight. Plus his print was visible in the gym shorts he was wearing.
"Yo we don't have shit to talk about. You kissed that nigga, it is what it is. Ion want nothing to do with you." He says, brushing past me. His shoulder connected with mine in the process and I looked over my shoulder at him as he headed towards the staircase.
I was going to leave but decided not to. Instead I followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom, closing the door behind us while watching him take a seat on his bed.
"Baby I fucked up. I admit that. But I really miss you, Sierre." I sighed and he shook his head.
"I don't even know why I'm tripping over you. It's not like you were my girl." He said making me frown.
I knew that he was only saying shit to put distance between us, but I didn't want him to become distant.
He rubbed his chest while waiting on me to speak and I didn't say anything, instead I approached him as I took my jacket off and tossed it beside him on the bed.
"I wanna be your girl tho." I said, sighing as I sat beside him and grabbed his hand. He allowed me to hold it for a few seconds before eventually pulling away.
"You wanna be my girl?" He scoffed before chucking under his breath, "How you wanna be my girl but couldn't even be loyal in the talking stage?"
"It wasn't even like that. He came onto me and I stopped it immediately. Nigga caught a attitude and stormed off like a little bitch and I continued drinking and enjoying myself." I explain honestly.
I knew I was wrong for drinking that much and for even hanging with him when I knew that he still had feelings for me. But that's all I'm taking responsibility for.
"Look, you gotta go." He said, standing from his bed to open the door and I stood there staring at him before gently closing it shut, being mindful of the fact that his parents were here.
"You have every right to feel how you feel, but I'm not that type of girl I swear." I pleaded and he gave a look like he was annoyed and wanted me to stop talking, so I did.
I pulled the door open and proceeded to leave, feeling my heart begin to ache in the process.
