"LET'S GO PANTHERS!!", the cheerleaders yell as the football game continues between our team and our opponents from John Adams High School. Everybody is either talking, yelling, or cheering from the bleachers. I was sitting by myself on one side while Jet and nem were across from me... yes even my cousin was with them. I roll my eyes at the sight of them.
"You still not talking to me?", Mack says walking over and sitting beside me.
"Nope. You and everybody else made y'all choice. I'm cool."
"It's not like that. You never said that you had a problem with it, so we all moved on with it."
"Y'all didn't even ask me if I was ok. Then after Jet fired me, it's like all of y'all went along with him and forgot about me."
"We didn't."
"Yes y'all did. Y'all never had any time. It was always work and Jet. But I don't care anymore. Y'all do what y'all do", I shrug.
"Yanna told us about what you been doing. And that y'all got in an argument."
"I don't see why she told y'all when it's not y'all business. That was a "family" matter", I respond doing quotations with my fingers.
"Whatever you doing, stop it. It's not safe for you out there on your own. I don't like it and the gang don't like it."
"I don't give a fuck what y'all like and don't like, Mack. I really don't. Y'all do y'all business and I do mine."
"Mchmt so I can't change yo mind?"
"Nope." He shakes his head and goes over to where Jet is sitting with his girlfriend. He tells Jet something and he mugs him back. Shortly there after, Jet's girl gets up and walks down the bleachers to go somewhere and Jet comes over to where I'm sitting.
"So you doing business with some Muhfuckas youn even know? You ain't meant to be in a business like this", he says watching the game.
"I don't even know why you're talking to me. You fire me, then go MIA, and then have the audacity to ask me about my business."
"Olivia don't start any of that shit with me. Youn need to get mixed up in shit like this dawg."
"Stop acting like you care anyway Jet. I know you don't and ion even care anymore. Go back over there with your little girlfriend and leave me and my business alone."
"Leave me and mine alone."
"Ok then boy leave me and MY BUSINESS ALONE. And stop sending my momma money. She knows all about you", I say, getting up and walking away as halftime starts.
I carefully walk down the bleachers, passing all the people walking too. I make my way to the concession stand and wait in the line filled with many people.
"CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME?!", a girl yells while everybody ignores her. I ignore her too, simply because I'm hungry as hell and I was not about to get out of line for nothing and nobody.
"Please. Can somebody help me?", she calls out again. I just keep ignoring her.
"Excuse me.... can you help me?", she asks me.
"Uh uhn. I'm hungry as hell and I'm waiting on these nachos. Sorry."
"Please I lost my phone over in that patch over there, fighting with my dumb ass friends. I just need your help to find it."
"Uh uhn..... like I said I'm waiting on these nachos."
"Girl I'll buy you some nachos. Just please help me find my phone or my parents goin fucking kill me."
