The last time I was “the new girl” was in the 1st grade. I was not expecting to be one as a senior in high school.
My father and I live in the beautiful city of Atlanta. Unfortunately we’re moving to Houston for his girlfriend. They’ve been dating for almost 3 years now and I’m guessing they want to take this relationship to another level. Do I like her? … She’s okay I guess. She makes my dad happy and that’s all that matters. She tries to buy my love with every little thing I set my eyes on, which isn’t really bad besides the fact that I need a mother figure, not a new bank account.
You’re probably wondering ‘where’s your real mother?’ well she’s long gone. Her and my father were having some couple complications so they broke it off. Did she know she was pregnant? No, but she stuck it out until she felt I was too much of a responsibility and revealed me to my dad and left me there. Here I am 17 years later planning a future for myself.
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It’s 8:30 am. And my father and I are just landing in Houston. To say I was tired would be a complete understatement. My eyes were red and my hair was matted together on the top of my head. I took my headphones away from my ears as my dad removed the small bags from the luggage holder above my head.
“Come on Zy, quit being lazy and help your old man out!” my dad basically begged while trying to take my hair kit down.
“Alright pops. Just stop with the puppy dog face, it’s not cute on old people.” I joked, grabbing my crossover bag and my teddy bear.
“Ha-ha Zy you got jokes huh? We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re waking up for school tomorrow!” he joked. I honestly didn’t find anything funny. He knows how much stress I’ve been under with leaving my friends… more like family.
When we walked outside I saw my dad’s girlfriend, Angela, standing next to her brand new all black 2015 Cadillac Escalade. She always has something new, like every time I see her it’s the latest thing. I can’t complain though, she likes to share!
“Hi Darling! Oh my, you’ve gotten so big since I’ve seen you!” She cheered walking towards me, inviting me into a hug.
“Oh Ang, didn’t you see me last month? Yet I’m still 5’1 even and the only thing I’ve changed was my hair color, what about me has gotten so big?” I asked sarcastically with a little hint of attitude which she didn’t catch, but my dad did that caused a hit to the head. I was just grouchy because of sleep and I was seriously starving, nothing personal.
“Well is everyone ready to hit the road?” my dad asked clapping his hands.
Ang and I replied with a yeah and we were on our way “home”…
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After my nap and setting up my room, Angela insisted I go to the mall and go shopping for school. She let me use one of her cars and some cash, which was nice but it was just an attempt to have the house alone. I’m not that stupid, I know what’s going down at that house right now. My dad thinks I’m absolutely oblivious to the subject of sex because I’m a virgin, but he’s so wrong.
Pulling up to the Dillard’s parking lot, it was unusually packed to be a Tuesday afternoon. I was deciding on valet or just parking when some idiot scratched the side of the car.
“What the hell!” I shouted stepping out of the Silver 2015 Toyota Camry.
“Oh my bad ma, you were in the way.” Some dread head yelled getting out of a 2013 Jeep Wrangler.
“So that gives you the right to scratch the shit out of my car?” I basically screamed getting in his face, which was a huge mistake because his eyes were a killer.
“You look even better when you’re angry shawty.”His friend said getting out of the car.
“Oh my god! I’m getting nowhere with this man!” I yelled in frustration.
“We can start with your name and number baby.” The dread head said.
“Why y’all flexin’ on this chick? She ain’t that cute anyway!” some guy from inside the truck stated.
Now I wasn’t trying to get at anyone in their little clique so their compliments meant nothing to me but, disrespecting or insulting me and you don’t know me crosses a line in my book!
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” I asked upset and shocked.
I’m not conceited nor do I think I’m better than anyone else but I’ve been known to make heads turn so this was new to me.
“I’m talking to you ma. You need to get your little ass in the car and calm down!” he said coming from around the car.
God had literally been busy for 7 whole days creating this man. Everything about him screamed sex and desire. If you knew me personally you would know that muscles and brown skins automatically attract me so everything else was a bonus. His dimples showed even without a smile, his hazel eyes actually sparkled in the sunlight. His tattoos were on display in his tank and his teeth were just as white as the air forces he was rockin’. I shook the look of hunger off as I seen his lips form into a smirk.
“Still angry?” He asked licking his lips,
“Ugh, fuck you!” I yelled walking back to my car.
“I could if I wanted, but you not my type baby!” he shouted back to me.
I showed him my naughty finger and headed into the store. I pray this would be the last time I see that horrible yet mesmerizing face, but I feel as if my prayers aren’t going to be answered.
