Layla ( A Dark Beauty Novel) {Urban}

C H A P T E R 23 : Changing pt 2.

Thursday

6:45 a.m.

Aug, 4th, 2013

    It's  six-forty-five in the morning and I’m not feeling this school shit. I seriously just wanna’ lay back down and say fuck it, but I haven’t been in a while so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to show my face.

     I threw the covers off of me, and instantly shivered when the air outside the covers hit my body. I rubbed my eyes as I let out a slight yawn, and then slowly got up and trudged to my closet in search of some school clothes.

    Not having mush of a choice in school clothes because of the uniform color, I choose, khaki pants and a navy blue school shirt. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Ten minutes later I emerged with a towel wrapped around my wet body. I quickly dried and slipped into my school clothes.

    As I looked in the mirror I spirtz my hair down with water and spritz and let it air dry. I slapped some gloss on my lips, and put some small studs in my ears. I walked over to the closet and snatched my Chanel bookbag from off the floor and then proceeded out the room.

   Before entering into the front room I branched off into the direction of Junior’s room. I silently opened the door and peeked inside. He was still sound asleep; I smiled at how innocent he looked. I shut the door and walked away and entered into the living room, where I found Darien lounging on the couch, surfing through the channel’s as he ate a bowl of cereal.

   I dropped my bag on the chair and went into the kitchen. As I opened up the refrigerator the cordless phone began to ring. “Aren’t you gonna’ get that?” I asked.

   Never taking his eyes off the flat screen he answered, “Nah,”

   I blew my breath, closed the refrigerator and walked over to the phone. “Hello?” I answered.

“Click.”

   I pressed the end button and sat the phone back on the base. I walked past him and towards the terrace. I pulled the string and opened the blinds to let the natural sunlight in.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“School,” I replied.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because, having Kae, knocked me off the track off of graduating and I need to get my credits up so I can walk across the stage on time.” I told him.

“Oh,” he simply said. “Do you really gotta’ put make-up on?” he asked.

“I don’t have on that much make-up, it’s just some lip gloss and light foundation, okay,” I told him. “Are you jealous?” I asked.

    He sneered and then answered, “Me, jealous, never ma, I got you already, I think you just look better without it.”

    I smiled. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me in a while.” I admitted to him, instantly feeling butterflies.

    Darien shrugged his shoulders and went back to flipping through the early morning channels. “Okay, so Kaedence has three fresh bottles, if she needs another one the milk on the counter in the container.” I pointed towards the container. “Remember you have to go up to the school with Junior and his grandma this morning at ten a.m.” I told him.

“Okay.” he agreed.

“Can you handle all this?” I asked.

“Yeah, I can handle, their kids, they cool ma, gon’ head and go learn some shit, go get that diploma so you can make us some legal money.” he joked.