A Daddy's World (Urban/New Adult)

Chapter 13

Kodi

It's been two days since I last seen or spoken to Dre'Quan but since then, I've been spending all of my free time at the library because I hate having to spend it at home. I don't thinks there's any point of me being home if every body is just gonna be getting on my nerves every other minute of the day.

Tyshawn is still mad about what happened with Lil Ty and I can't blame him. What I did was fucked up. I'm still trying to reckon with myself about it, plus he should feel however his heart desires when it comes to his kid. I just hope it doesn't keep us apart forever. Stephanie wants me to pay her one-hundred dollars by Friday, still and her boyfriend is being a dickhead, even if he's doing it from a distance.

I know I'm not crazy but it seems like every time he's around me, he gives me some 'wishes he was a rapist' eyes.

Nobody seems to believe that, he is almost as bad as being one. I haven't said anything else to my mother because all she's going to do is pretend she doesn't know anything and act phony for him.

It's best if I just stay out of the house, and out of all three of their way. I was sitting at a table in the library, ending my call with Bianca when I noticed I had a text message from Trina.

Bitch you the reason we beefing. If you can't talk yuh shit to my face then don't say shit behind my fuckin' back dumbass ho.

My eyes almost pop out of their place while I'm reading the message. The fuck? She could only be referring to what me and Bianca was just talking about. How the fuck would she even know that we just talked?

I let out a deep breath as I start a reply. Hitting the message bubble with my thumb, I type:

Hold up, first aint nobody got beef with you, shorty. You got tight with me outta nowhere, remember? And anything I said to Bianca I would've said to you too if your dumbass would've answered the phone at all. SEE thats your problem HO! You always think you're right even when you're dead wrong.

I go to press send when something I typed catches my eye. "Anything I said to Bianca I would've said to you." That caused a certain realization to come to mind and everything magically makes sense. Bianca and Trina set my ass up. Either we were just on a three-way call or they're together right now. I don't know why but I know that's the only way Trina would know that I just got off of the phone with her.

My body starts visibly shaking, the angrier I get  at the fact that my only two friends are actually turning against me over something this stupid. I shake my head, attempting to erase the message without impulsively pressing other keys. I'm not even going to reply to that hoe. Instead I start a new text to send to Oliver.

Hey baby. You supposed to be free tonight, right? I wanna link up if you still are.

I press send and wait for his reply.

The dark denim jeans I have on begin to occupy my interest at this small table, as I pick at the frayed ripped parts. I happen to look at my nails and realize I need them done, like, yesterday. I keep myself interested in almost nothing at all as I wait for his reply.

Yeah bae. I'll come pick you up tonight? I need to handle some biz around 5:30. I'll be at yuh house around 8.

I really needed to hear that. Thanks baby. I can't wait to see you.

I bite my cheek and press send. I wanted to ask him about Trina but I want to wait until we're together. I don't wanna seem desperate, even though I am. Instead of hyperventilating any further, I finish a book I've been reading that is only like sixty pages long, on Women in America, and then I hop on the computers to check my e-mail. All of it is junk, like my life right about now. Nothing important what so ever. Not one acceptance letter or orientation or campus visit. What if I am just not supposed to be good enough?