I watched him as his grin slowly washed away. He reached for the stack of pictures that he removed from his briefcase earlier, and he picked a particular one that made me cringe. He picked it up and slammed it down on the table in front of me, it shook from all the force he gave when he slammed the picture. I clenched my jaw out of instinct and looked away from his gaze.
"Mr. Shakur, can you identify the young lady in the picture for me?" I didn't do anything but look at him as he crossed his hands in front of me. I sighed once I noticed that he was serious and I leaned back and scratched the side of my bald head before I responded. I looked at the picture for a while and glanced up at him, to see that he had his eyes watching my every move. I inhaled a deep breath, leaned back in my chair.. before replying.
"Lisa Lopes." I mumbled as I crossed my arms.
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"Mhm," he muttered. "And can you tell me the relation you had with Ms. Lopes?"
"She was my first girlfriend." I responded bluntly.
"Hm.."he looked at me as if he were analyzing me, trying to figure out if I was bullshitting him or not before he continued.
"Tell me about her, will ya'?"
|september 7th, 1987
I clutched my worn-out binder close to my flat chest as I tried my absolute best to maneuver my way through the hallway full of future drop-outs, convicts and prostitutes. I held close onto my schedule which had all my assigned classes printed on it. I certainly didn't wanna loose that, cause a nigga already lost. I don't even know why the fuck my mama moved us here in the first place..we was just fine in New York. A nigga was chillin' and living the good life, but I had to remember the predicament my mama is in...and her drive to provide better for me and Set. But a nigga just ain't feeling it right about na'. I'm ready to breeze through these last two years of high school and be out from up under my mama's wing forever. No lie, I love my mama and would kill over her but at times..I get frustrated and angry with her..like she be doing dumb sh--.
"Hey, watch out!"
I snapped out of my thoughts and glanced up to see a girl with long, black, curly hair running towards me full speed. Shocked and knowing what to do, I just stood there like a dumb ass. Her eyes widened as she collided into me full force, damn there knocking me over..but I held my ground.
"I am so sorry," she said instantly as my binder flew up into the air and landed on the ground. "Let me get that for you." She offered as she bent down to pick up my binder as well as some stray papers that had fell out. She hopped up and handed it off to me.
I didn't do anything but smile like a dork. My face was stuck like that before she smiled back, damn there making my heart jump. Don't get me wrong, a nigga get play..it's just that something about her is...different.
