** One week later**
Rakim POV
Ever since Mrs. Banks had a change in heart last week me and Teeah made it a thing to go chill with her after school. Right now its 5:30 am on a Monday morning. School starts at 8:45 am and I normally leave my house on the East at 6:30 and end on Canal St. by 7 or 7:15 depending on which way I take.
Honesty as of right now I'm wasting a lot of my time just laying here listening to Pandora f*ck with my emotions. I do this all the time but today a nigga was moving slow as f*ck. It's prolly because every morning I blast Juvenile, Wayne, Mystikal, Soulja Slim, or Mack Maine. Hell I would listen to anything but some stupid love songs that have a nigga in his feelings all day.
When I finally did start to move around it was 6 o'clock on the dot. I showered and did my hygiene thing before I left out the bathroom. As I was picking out my outfit for the day, this one song came on that had a me all kinds of discombobulated.
"Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, I gotta know, baby, aw yeah)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)..." When this song came on ya boy started imagining how his future is going to be and who I would end up cuffing. I had to shake that shit outta my head so I could finish getting dressed.
"Sometimes wanna be your lover,
Sometimes wanna be your friend,
Sometimes wanna hug ya,
Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,
Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,
Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,
I could be your Bud, you could beat me up,
Play-fight in the dark, then we both make love,
I'd do anything just to feel your butt,
Why you got me so messed up?
I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin',
Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,
You know you like it like that,
You don't have to fight back,
Here's a pillow - bite...that,
And I'll be settin' seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate...ways..." At this point I was hard down thinking about Tieonne and how one day that would be us.
Right as I finished getting dressed, I ran my fingers through my hair and brushed the sides before walking out the room. On my way out I caught a glimpse of how I looked in the mirror and just stood there admiring myself. I had on a red polo with a black horse, some Levi's and my red octobers. I added my sliver chain that said ' Rocky' ,my diamond trimmed Rolex, and my diamond stud earrings. To say I looked good was an understatement.
I took a couple shots for Instagram with the caption " _rocky_balboa: Giving these niggas something to hate on" . I checked my watch saw that it was 6:30 on the dot. I grabbed my phone charger and my gym bag before sliding my phone in my pocket. When I got downstairs I sprayed my Ralph Lauren polo cologne before walking out the door locking it behind me.
