-Jasmine-
I didn't bother going to school the next day, I had cried all night so I looked like complete shit and I didn't get much sleep. I just couldn't believe that my own mother would take a mans side over his daughter, and that took a big affect on me.
It was like, no matter how many times I processed it through my head, I still couldn't bring myself to believe my mother would do that to me, her daughter. Every since Jovian first started seeing my mother my life started falling apart.
It was like some sort of movie where the step dad wants the mother of a teenage girl to his self so he tell her mother lies about her daughter and it works, except this wasn't a movie, it was reality. I can't get over this, and I don't think I ever will, my mother, my own flesh and blood, betrayed me.
It was 9 o'clock, and I still hadn't been to sleep at all, then on top of that, I couldn't sleep. I forced myself out of the bed and put some clothes on, not even bothering to fix my hair. I walked to school because I didn't want to ask my mother nor Jovian to take me to school.
I walked into the main office, sighing my name and writing down my school I.D. number before walking to class. Cacey was back, and she was starring me down, laughing at the way I looked. Fuck her, I didn't come to school to impress anybody.
I sat down in my usual spot and stared off into space, and everything that the teacher was saying was irrelevant at that point. When the bell rang I sprang from my seat and made my way to the girls bathroom.
I sat my purse on the sink and looked at myself in the mirror for the first time today, and I hated what I had did to myself from all that crying. Crying wasn't gonna solve anything, crying wasn't gonna take all that shit back and make my mother love me again, so why was I crying, making myself look bad.
I opened my purse, pulling out my makeup bag. I applied eye creme under my eyes, put on some eyeliner, a little bit of lipstick and I brushed my hair up and put it in a bun. It didn't do alot, but I didn't look like shit anymore so I guess that it did the job.
As I put my things back in my purse, the bitch of the school walked in, and her bitch ass friends were following her. She walked up behind me as her friends stood by the door, making sure no one came in. "I heard you were at the party kissing on my man,"
I looked up at her through the mirror, and was satified, I had fucked that bitch up. "Excuse you,"
"You heard me loud and clear bitch," She said, calling herself yelling, "you were at the party, kissing Gotti, my man."
I turned around and faced 'ha dumb ass, "So if I was kissing 'yo man, that means he was kissing me back, therefor you need to go check Gotti instead of trying to check me."
I had made my point, and I didn't have nothing else to say to her. Pushing passed Cacey I made my way out, but was blocked by 'ha following ass friends. "Move."
They got out my way and I left out the bathroom, not once glancing back at them hoes. How you gone tell me to stay away from 'yo man when 'yo man was the one kissing me? A prime example of a dumb ass hoe, and if she call herself tryna check me again, ima beat 'ha ass, for the second time.
During lunch, Daney couldn't stop talking about Jordan and how he 'dicked her down.' It was really getting annoying, but I didn't want to be rude, so I didn't say anything about it. "So what's up with you and Gotti?"
Now that caught my attention, "I've been here less than a week, what do you mean 'What's up with us'?
"It didn't seem like you been here 'less than a week' the way y'all was swaping spit." Daney said, dipping a chicken strip in some ranch.
"I was drunk," I said, defending myself, "I had drunk a little to much last night and we ended up making out."
"Did y'all have sex?" She questioned, and I kinda knew she was about to ask that, "Shit, I would have sex with him any day, Gotti is so fucking sexy."
I laughed at that last part, "No, we didn't have sex, I don't even know the guy like that."
"Well, let me fill you in," Daney said, pushing her food to the side, "He 20 years old, his best friend name Gunna, he fine too. They both major drug dealers, you know, the king pin type shit--"
"Wait, what?" I said, stopping her mid-sentence, "Gotti sells drugs?"
"Yeah, girl," She said, nodding her head.
I made out with a drug dealer, great. That explains alot of shit though, his nice ass clothes, and his nice ass car, and that phone call he had with somebody, he was talking about his drugs. I guess you learn something new everyday.
"Anyway," Daney continued, "he don't have no kids and--"
Once again, Daney was cut off, not by me though, but by the fire alarm, and that shit scared the fuck out of me. We got up from the table and headed out the school, along with all the other kids. When we got outside, me and Daney looked up and the whole top floor of the school was burning up.
"Damn," Daney said, looking up at the burning building, "Glad we got our ass out of there."
"I'm saying," a random girl said that was beside us.
"I have a feeling that school is canceled for the rest of the day," Daney said, pulling her keys from her bag.
"Well, no shit." I said laughing, half the school building was on fire, you damn right it was gonna be canceled.
"You gone stop being mean to me motherfucker," Daney said playfully, as we walked to her car.
Daney had a nice suburban thanks to her mom, she was a spoiled little brat. We got inside and she headed towards her place. "Bitch guess what I wanna do now that school is canceled."
I acted like I was really thinking for a moment, "Suck dick."
"I'm sick of you bitch," She said, flipping me off. "Anyways, I wanna go get me a tattoo."
What she said got me thinking, I want me a tattoo also, that shit would be so fucking fresh, "Ooh, Daney me too!"
"Foreal bitch or are you playing with me 'cause you like to do that shit."
I laughed, "Yeah foreal, I want mine on my stomach, I just don't know what I want on my stomach."
She put her signal light on, getting into the left lane. "I want mine on my thigh. Bitch we should get matching tattoo's. Something like a flower, or some shit."
That would be cute to get matching tattoo's, I mean, why would it be stupid, not like we getting each other names. "Yeah, but how we gone get some damn tattoo's we ain't 18 yet."
"I know a dude who do tattoo's, he know my mama so he'll do some for us." Daney said, as she stopped at a red light.
"You tryna have 'yo body inked all up by somebody who ain't a professional artist, got me fucked up bitch ian getting a tattoo done by him." I spoke, what the fuck I look like, he was not doing my tattoo.
"Jasmine quit bitching, I promise you he just like a pro." She said, tryna persuade me and shit, "How about I get mine first, you see how it turn out and then get yours done, simple."
That actually wasn't a bad idea though, but if he fucked one thing up on Daney tattoo then both they asses would be out of luck 'cause she would have a fucked up tattoo and he would have one less customer."Okay bitch, lets go get some mother fucking tattoo's then."
