“No, hell no … That shit nasty.”
“Come on, you don’t know what you’re missing…” Jessie sang as she held the fork of oysters up to my face, I pushed her hand away and grabbed my cup.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay fine done try it … You want some baby?”
“No, I don’t want any either.”
“You two are shaky.” I chuckled and shook my head and laid the money on the table.
“Are ya’ll ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’m full.”
“I bet you ate half the menu.” I joked, play fighting with Jason. I pulled him in for a hug as we walked out the restaurant.
“Welcome, So where you staying?”
“A hotel downtown. You can take me there now, or we can go pick up Jason’s things … Jay you all packed up?”
“What I don’t understand is why you keep taking him out of school, like the lil nigga already used to the school here now he gotta go to another one all the way in Atlanta…”
“I just don’t want him away from me any longer.”
“Just let him stay this last month then he can spend the summer with you.”
“Quiet Jason … Ty, that’s all good but I know you, you will say he can stay with me for the summer then next thing you know he’s on tour with you … I just don’t know.”
“But ma I--”
“Can’t you see us talking?”
“Jason, cool it … Look Jessie, to be honest the boy is old enough to decide where he wants to stay.” I gripped the wheel tighter, pulling on to the gas station lot. I hopped out and walked around to her side leaning on the door.
“No, I know what you’re trying to do. No.”
“I’m not trying to do shit … Come on Jason, you want something out the store?”
“Tyga, I don’t want to leave California. I like it here…”
“Yeah but your ma wants you to stay with her … So, you just might have to do that.” He smacked his lips and shook his hands defensively.
“Man, nah … I don’t want to do that.”
“Cause I like it here. Can’t you convince my ma?”
“I’ll try, but she misses you … At least act like you miss her too.”
“Well show it … Can I get 50 on pump 7?”
“And this too.”
“Yeah, I’ma be hungry later…”
“Nigga you got 2 bags of chips, a drink, some candy … You better share with Kamilah when we get home.”
“Okay…” I smiled at the cashier and headed out the door; before I could take one step paparazzi were swarming the gas station. Asking questions about Mariah. Asking why I was with Jessie and If Jason was my real son. I knew the rumors were about to explode because of this…
“Jessie, this is Destinee and Mona … Destinee and Mona this is Jessie … Jason’s mama.”
“Oh, hi.” They said in unison, shaking her hand.
“Ty, want me to go get Kamilah?”
“Okay.” Mona said walking down the hallway. Jessie sighed and sat down on the couch next to Jason as they began to have their own conversation, I walked into the kitchen and pulled out my phone trying to figure out who to call.
“I need help?”
“With what?” I sighed and sat down at the kitchen table.
“Man it’s too many fucking females in my house … Chris chuckled … Shit not funny.”
“Damn nigga, what you gon do?”
“I don’t know, I need to get away. You on tour?”
“No. I’m in VA at the studio…” He chuckled again, I shrugged.
“Just don’t cheat on Mariah since she’s pregnant and shit.”
“You act like I don’t know, and what you tryna say … If she wasn’t pregnant cheat?”
“Nah, I’m saying--”
“Someone else calling me I’ma hit you up later.”
“Alright, don’t cheat.”
“I won’t nigga.”
“Sure…” I smacked my lips and clicked over to my other line.
“T, I need your help…”
|Tyga||as Tyga (Michael)|
|Salma Slims||as Grace|