pretty girls like drug dealers | blueface | completed

lil baby

Ava pov
*4 weeks later, mid January*

"What are you doing?" I asked my dad walking into the room and climbing on the bed.

He glanced up at me and looked back to his laptop, "Catching up on work. What's up?"

"I think it's time we discussed what I'm expecting for my birthday."

He chuckled, "What are you expecting?"

The only thing I really wanted was for him to accept my relationship with Demetrius.

Since I was almost 18, it was nothing legally he could do to make me stop seeing him.

He couldn't force me to move away since I'd be an adult, I wouldn't need him financially because of Demetrius, and if my dad put me out, I'd just stay with him.

"I'm joking." I said as I leaned over to lay my head on his shoulder. "I don't want anything."

He was looking at homes in California, specifically ones that were for sale near Stanford.

"Are we moving?" I asked wondering why he'd be looking for homes near there when I hadn't even decided to go.

"No. I'm looking into this for a friend. His son is going to Stanford and they want to go with him. I told him about the deal I got on this house and he asked me to see if I could find him something similar."

"Sounds boring."

"It is. Speaking of Stanford, when are you going to send the paperwork over?"

I looked at the computer screen not giving him an answer right away.

Stanford was not somewhere I wanted to go. I'd rather go to Spelman so I could be close to home and more importantly, close to Demetrius.

Of course an HBCU isn't good enough for my dad to brag on.

"I told you I wanna go to Spelman." I said quietly.

He sighed, "Why? I can afford to put you through any college in the United States and you pick Spelman?"

"It's not a bad school and It's close to home so I can visit a lot."

Closing the laptop, he ran a hand over his face, "I'll fly you out every other weekend."

I closed my eyes and said, "Dad, I've made my decision."

My mom walked in just as my dad stood up angrily, "What's keeping you here? Theres nothing here you can't do in California."

You'd think he'd be happy that I was even going to school. But no, it had to be his choice or no choice.

I stood up as well, "I'm old enough to know what I want and I've made that choice."

This whole conversation was showing me that him accepting our relationship was just a dream. He could never look past what he wanted to see what made other people happy.

"Deshawn, you can't live her life for her. Let her make her own decisions." My mom said.

"Exactly. I'm doing what I think is best for me and instead of supporting that, you're trying to guilt-trip me into going to a school just because you went there."

I was happy that my mom always had my back. She continuously stuck up for me whenever my dad and I argued, urging him to try to understand where I was coming from.

He stared at me before shaking his head and saying, "You disappoint me more and more everyday."

I watched him walk out of the room and go downstairs.