Backseat(HOLD)

Chapter 4-OLD PLOT LINE

CHAPTER 4

Anthony

          I parked in my driveway and ran into the house yawning. Today was too live. Got a break from my teachers today-especially Mr. Wade’s old dusty ass. People be tired in a cold room and he trying to keep people up KNOWING his ass be boring. Get the fuck out with that bull! And that question about the Preamble? Please. Told his ass word to word.

          My phone buzzed loudly in my pocket to a tone of Meek Mill. It was Asia calling. “Do I know you?”

          “Stop playing Anthony!” she laughed.

          “Just playing. What’s up bae?”

          “About to hit up the mall. You coming?”

          I silently groaned. “Nah, you go ahead. Have homework for once.”

          “Aww,” she playfully whined. “Okay, text me. Love you.”

          “Love you too.” I hung up and sat my phone next to me. I wish I would actually have homework cause these teachers know I ain’t doing it until the morning if it’s nothing serious. But Asia? Oh, this girl can spend money like a man eats pussy. Got better stuff to do right now.

          I opened up my design book and flipped to my most recent design. Eon Designs. That’ll be my company name soon as I get out there. If people-like Mr. Wade-really knew me, they would realize I’m not stupid. Why can’t a person have both street and academic smarts?

          A growl echoed in my stomach. It was time to grub on something other than the nasty ass line food at school. I kept my Eon Design book on the couch as my body led me to the kitchen.

          My eyes wandered around the pantry and then the refrigerator. “This kitchen is maximum dry!” I complained out loud. Ain’t nothing in here I’m in the mood for. Really don’t feel like spending money or gas to head off to McDonald’s or Sonic. My stomach growled again but even louder.

          Dammit.

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Jazmine

          Sex and The Bible.

          Huh. Interesting article. I led my laptop’s cursor to the link and began reading. Nothing out of the ordinary, as I thought.

          Man shall not lie with…

          Heard it.

          Ruth and…

          Heard it.

C’mon, really? Nothing really interested me sexual lately. Been sexless for the past year and a half, and reading articles or watching whatever videos on the topic ain’t cutting it.

          I clicked over to my Twitter feed, nothing interesting going on as usual. I know at night Twitter be spammed with sexual stuff, but damn. Nobody ain’t got time for that. People got better stuff to do. I sighed. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need to get rid of this sexual frustration…

          And not with a white guy. Been there, done that.

          I fell back in my bed with a loud sigh. I told myself I wouldn’t have sex again until I was married, but two times has apparently got me hooked. I’d be damned if I slept around like a hoe. To be honest, all I really need is something with no strings attached involved.

          Damn my ass sound thirsty. I let out another sigh. Better to get one quickie in now cause, like I said, nobody ain’t got time for that in college.