As If

Chapter 2

Jalen's POV

"Who was that?" My dad said as I walked back in the house.

"The neighbors, we still going over towmorrow right?" I asked my dad almost upstairs to my room.

"Yep, ohhh that reminds me, let me get this lasagna out the oven." I shook my head and walked upstairs.

I sat on the end of my bed and thought about the girls that came over today. They was all fine, I mean fine if I could have all of them at the same time I would. But I was really feeling Marisa. She seemed like the right kind of girl I need in my life. Im tired of them wild thot bitches that had nothing going for themselves. I looked at my phone and saw that it said 12oclock. I laid back on my bed and and dozed off.

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I woke up at 9:00 am to the smell of waffles, omlets, homemade hash browns, sausages, and bacon.

My dad cooked like this everyday. Shit is hella cool how he's a chef, I aint have to worry about not eating lol. Plus I learned some of his skills. He owed the very popular "Rocking Bowls". He has one in LA, Chicago, New York, Minnesota, and now in Atlanta. When he saw how far his his restaurant in Chicago was going he started to branch off, and took me along with him. We moved a lot , but I didn't mind I like meeting new people in different cities. The move to Atlanta was a little hard though. The hardest part was loosing my mom. Her and my dad was together since High school, she helped my dad with all his success and failures with his restaurants. When my dad told her we were moving from Chicago to Atlanta she seemed excited. It was like she wanted this because she didn't have a problem letting us go. 2 days before the move my Dad found out she was having an Affair with one of his workers. After he found out he left right there. He's been coping with it good, but hey who knows what goes on behind closed doors.

I walked down stairs to my food and my dad sitting on the coach eating, watching Family Feud. I went to eat my food then say next to him on the couch.

"So which one of them lul girls you liked out there" my dad said turning to me.

I chuckled "What you talking about"

"Oh boy you know what im talking about" he laughed.

I got up and went to my room, before I went I stopped at the stairs. "I dont even know them" I said smilling

"Get dressed then, we going over there"

When I got to my room I went straight to the closet. I got out some black nike basketball shorts, a grey polo shirt, and my cool grey 3s. No need to impress nobody I thought. Plus I look good even on my worst days. I took a shower, did my hygiene stuff, brushed my teeth, washed my face, grabbed my phone and headed down stairs. When I got downstairs my dad was putting a top over the pan of lasagna.

"Why you bringing that? Dont girls only do that?" I said to him walking in the kitchen.

"Let me tell you some lul nigg, girls like this shit. They love a nigga who can cook." He chuckled

"Tom bout this shit for girls, this what gets the girls" I brushed him.

"Ill be on the porch" I said walking towards the door.

"Damn nigga you exited," he said smirking.

"Im not stunting none of them girls" I said laughing shutting the door and sitting on the porch.

It was very hot outside and the sun was beaming. While waiting I decided to get on twitter. Scrolling through my tl, trying to past time waiting for my pops. I really was excited to see them girls. I don't know which one I want. Ima have to pick and choose I thought to myself. Or maybe on some savage pimping shit I can have all of em. Yeaaaa I said smilling nodding my head.