Good Girls Need Love Too.

the start.

Lelani

June 10, 2019
8:37 pm

Tonight was one of those nights where no one had anything to do.

We were all piled up in the living room: me, Milan, Milan's boyfriend Jamai, Alana, Dawayne, Alana's boyfriend Kaine, JJ, one of his hoes, Daddy, and even one of daddy's hoes.

While I'm sitting here without a hoe to my name.

The boys argued about the basketball game on tv, Milan and Lana talked about hair, Dawayne went in the kitchen to talk on the phone, and the hoes was probably talking about doing hoe shit.

I scrolled through Indeed looking for a summer job. Them mfs let you apply for anything. I got an interview for assistant pastor at a church in Texas next Tuesday. I don't even know why i applied for that shit, i laughed as i thought to myself.

"Mr. J?" Dawayne walked back into the living room calling my dad. "I-is it okay if m-my brother and s-sister come over here tonight?" He was nervous as shit.

My daddy was mean af. Always janking somebody. Outside of the law firm he was laid back as fuck. Just a raw, unfiltered ass nigga. I loved it.

He came from the bottom and shitted on everybody who doubted him. He never had to carry a gun or kill anybody to earn his respect. Everybody just knew not to fuck with "Jojo".

"N-nnnn-no, the fuck." Daddy mocked him and JJ busted out laughing. Dawayne looked so crushed.

"Nah im just playing, tell them they welcomed anytime." My dad chuckled. Dawayne smiled and thanked him and went back to his convo.

"So why yo boyfriend ain't over here Lele?" One of the hoes asked me. Why she calling me by my nickname and I don't even know her name?

"What fuckin boyfriend???" JJ looked at her like she was crazy.

And here goes my daddy egging shit on, "Same fuckin thing I'm thinking. Check ya hoe son."

"Y'all chill out on her." I said trying to stifle my laugh. "I don't have a boyfriend ma."

"You got a girlfriend?" The other hoe asked.

"Get the fuck out." My dad said. She laughed because she thought that he was joking but he was deadass.

When she realized, her face turned red from embarrassment and she got up and left.

"So why don't you have a boyfriend?" The first hoe, who i found out name was Kia, continued after the numerous warnings from my brother.

"What the fuck is up with the 3rd degree on my baby? Why you throwing ass for free?" My daddy yelled, pissed off at her questions.

Everybody stopped talking and were now looking in her direction.

"Yeahhhhh i think you should just go, i might see you around." JJ told her while laughing.

Him, Milan, and daddy were just alike. Didn't give a fuck about nothing they said.

After she walked out, my daddy asked me, "So Lele, why you don't got a boyfriend? On some real shit?" This nigga a hypocrite.

"Jamai always tryna put her on one of his homeboys, but she be acting all stuck up daddy, like she allat or something. You ain't gone stop being a good girl if you speak. It's okay to say hey princess. Unless... you scared of them niggas?" Milan questioned me. She busted out laughing. She was the only one who found it funny though.

That's one of the things that I hated about my sister.

She always tried to throw little slick shots at me because she knew that I hated confrontation.

I always let her slide.

Not tonight though. I felt heat rise up in my chest. I was about to light this bitch up.

"You damn right I'm scared of them niggas. They ain't shit but walking STD's, passing that nasty shit from one girl to the next. Right Jamai?" I said with a smirk on my face.

He clearly was unaware of what I was referring to because he laughed and quoted Kodak lyrics. "Hell yeah. They say she a sick bitch, I heard she got syphilis". He sung as he laughed some more.

"Plus, these niggas are brainless." he was definitely one of them niggas.

Milan's nostrils flared and Alana looked up with wide eyes. She didn't tell daddy or JJ, but last week she went to her OB and found out that she had contracted Gonorrhea.

She couldn't say shit but that didn't stop me. I was on fire. and shitttt, I guess that coot felt the same damn way.

"And most importantly, I am stuck the fuck up. These niggas don't even look good enough to get a reaction outta me. So until I find an STD-free, LOYAL, smart, PERFECT looking nigga? Imma stay single. Princess." I felt good as fuck.

*knock knock knock*

I skipped my happy ass to the door, still feeling accomplished. When I opened it, I almost pissed my pants.

hello mr. fucking perfect.