she knows by j cole was playing in the background as i did this lame ass homework. i wasn't dumb, i understood it, i always got full marks on it when i did it, i just hated doing it.
time i could be spending doing anything else was wasted on this. i could be practicing basketball right now so i stay mvp on the team, but no.. i'm doing fatty miller's homework before she tells coach to kick me off the team.
'incompletion of work' and now coach is barking at me to do this shit. fuck this.
it was 4 o clock and i was done mentally. i got off school like an hour ago and i still wasn't finished. i knew i wasn't dumb, i just couldn't focus.
"mama?" i called out. after some minutes of quiet i just assumed she left to go somewhere and took lily with her.
i lived with my mom and my little sister. i had an older brother i barely saw since he already moved out and had a job. we were 7 years apart so we just couldn't get close enough.
mama had marco when she was 18, me when she was 25, and lolita, my younger sister, when she was 36. we all had the same dad but he was barely in our lives.
when i was little, he was there for most the time. helping mama, giving her money. then when lily was born he just up and left, mama still gets a lot of money from him, but not support if you know what i mean.
she doesn't mind it. mama addresses herself as a 'city girl' and looks younger than she actually is. the amount of cat calls she gets when we're out makes me want her to stay in the house.
she's very supportive too. she never pries into my business and if i don't say she won't ask. doesn't mean she won't beat my ass if i don't listen but hey, i haven't got beat in 5 years.
doesn't mean she doesn't resort to other ways. i remember once she almost creased my chicago ones i made sure always had a crease protector in, even when i walked.
she hasn't done it anymore. it's been 2 years. and hell yeah ima keep this streak going on. i paid too much for those. especially to get them real and undamaged.
my phone started ringing and instinctively i picked it up. i thought it was my mom, so when i saw janae's called id and a face time i was surprised. i wouldn't think she was one to call but whatever.
i answered quickly before the call ended and when the call connected, i saw a mess all over her sink with hair practically everywhere.
i'm so glad God made me a man.
her hair was sticking up a bit and the gel that was on today was still there. she looked tired as hell and her arms were over her head, showing her stomach.
i heard preach by young dolph played in her background quietly as she looked dejectedly in the mirror. "janae."
"yes," she replied, still looking in the mirror.
"what do you want?"
"i need help with my hair."
"you want me to come to your house or something..?" i didn't mind to be honest, as long as mama knew there'd be no actual casualties.
"no," she answered quickly. "what hairstyle should i do for tomorrow?"
she shared her screen and i saw her dm's before she hastily got out of it before she went to pinterest. i wounded who she was talkin to, but it wasn't my business.
i did see the profile picture though. he was like our age, brownskin, braces, and dreads. a few were colored. he was handsome i guess.
but why was he on her phone..? maybe they were talking, maybe he went to the school.
i got it out my mind mostly but it still kinda bothered me.
"so this one, this one, or this one?"
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"i'll send them to you." i looked at them some more. i liked one but i liked two better. three was eh. it was still cute just not one i'd pick as a first choice.
"i like two," i told her, going back to my homework. i was close to finishing so let me just thug it out.
"hmm. i like three though."
"three is cute too," i rasped out. she pouted a little when she heard my tone.
"it's be cute on you mami," i admitted. "matter fact, all of them will be cute on you which one do you want to do?"
"that's no help though," she complained.
"you want me to come over then?"
"hmm." she thought for a while, just gazing into space.
"mom!" she shouted, hurting my ears in the process. who knew she could be so loud??
"mom!" she called out once again. taking her phone in her hand, she turned her camera off and i could hear her phone crying out from being tapped out too hard.
poor phone.
"mamas, you finna break that phone," i told her after hearing those nails keep tappin that phone.
"buy me a new one then." her attitude changed completely.
"put that attitude back in its box mamas, i was just playin."
"i'm just speaking my mind nigga." im guessing she doesn't speak a lot cause she being real bold right now..
"okay. keep that same energy when i pull up."
"mkay then. pull up like two blocks fore i get beat."
"bye janae."
"bye." she ended the phone call. she gotta lotta mouth for someone who's 5'3"...
