My 4 Letter Word (Diggy's Love Story)

Chapter 4: Something Called Love

Diggy

In the mess of it all, I was the cause. I AM the cause. She's mad, and refuses to speak to me. To my prior knowledge, she needs her space, but I need to hear her voice. I'll just go insane without her. I took my gray cardigan out of my locker and struggled to get it over my head.

"Aye yo, Dig?!" Familiar voice, could it be Russy?

"Yeah?" I fiddled with my shirt to get it down.

"I heard baby girl, Mirry, isn't on speaking terms with you."

"What gave you that idea?"

"Jasmine, but you can't trust her. She's just an attention seeker." Russy implied.

"I'm 'bout to hit up Mirry right now. So if you don't mind... Diggy's got something planned." I closed my locker and headed over to Mirry's locker. Sad how beauty and sexiness can just combine like that. I mean, just... Self control. Nobody needs to see the master come out to play.

"You going to pick that up?" One of the many friends Mirry keeps wrapped around her scrawny finger.

Confused, but I answered, "Pick what up?" I look at my cultures.

"Yo bottom jaw." My face palmed. Really? You just took my breath away.

"Now you know that if you keep this up, I'm telling your mama about Mr. Sheriff creeping in your bedroom windows, Miss Destiny." I began, "Yo mama gone whoop that ass!"

Everyone snickered. "Whatever pumps your adrenaline. You just mad Mirry ain't letting you hit that."

Whoa there? She went to far. That ain't none of her business, and what she know about the master and his master plan?

"Aye now. Don't let down his manhood." Asia blurted out.

I bet you could see the vein pulsing from my forehead. Can I talk to my boo for a change? This is one of those days where I'm free the whole day.

"TBS, very funny." Sarcasm intended, "May I talk to my baby?" I slid past those back stabbers. Probably filling my baby's head with all kinds of white lies. They were supposed to have my back. See how people change? Can't trust nobody 'round here!

"What do you want?" Damn, no hello at least? Cruelty is among everyone's face today.

"No hey? Well, I want to talk to you." I respond.

"About what?"

"All of the canceling dates. Look, I'm really sorry about that, but please forgive me. I can make it up to you tonight."

It took her a while to come up with a response. She sighed, "Okay, pick me up at eight. If you're even one minute late, I'm changing clothes and watching a Lifetime movie while you beg for me to open the front door." Harsh is the only word I could think of.

"I love you," I say.

"Mhm," with that she walked off.

Russy

Ooh, and I saw that, too. She left my brother hanging. I'm gonna talk to her about that one later. I have a conversation that I withheld earlier. I shall return to my dialogue that this beautiful broad were continuously having. I gotta get this shorty's number today.

"Hey beautiful, can I get your number? What does a girl like you deserve more than a nice boyfriend? Me, of course."

She just chuckled, "Cute, but I have a boyfriend. I told you this once before."

"Well, what's your name at least?"

"Alix"

"Ight, shorty. Just so you now. I'm waiting on ya." That made me sound like a straight up stalker, "Pretty name, I'll talk to you later."