"What's that smell," my annoying little sister, Maya said as my family and I were in the kitchen for breakfast before school.
"What smell," my older brother, Bam looked around. He knew what the smell was, just as much as I did.
"Shut the fuck up," I mumbled to Maya. She was always trying to get me in fucking trouble.
"Payton you better not be smoking weed in my house. Weed smoking is not allowed here and you fucking know it," my ma gave me a hateful side eye.
"I wasn't even smoking," I smacked and rolled my eyes, knowing I smoked while I took a bubble bath this morning.
"I just don't know where the fuck you came from," she turned her nose at me, "tattoos, piercings, those long fingernails, the hair," she pointed out everything she hated about me, "just ugh. should've kept your skin clean from that stuff," she rolled her eyes.
"I must say, I look pretty good," I smirked and flipped my 30 inch bundles. My mother can't stand me, or nothing I do. She hates my tattoos, the way I dress, the fact that I'm not a Christian anymore, the car my dad got me for 17th birthday, and etc.
"Why the fuck you always sucking up to her," I turned my nose up at Maya.
"Because, you're a humiliation. You've done everything she tells us not to do," she said with attitude.
"Y'all mad because I do what I want, not what everybody else wants me to do. Oh fucking well," I laughed, grabbed my backpack, and went to my car.
"Now you know Maya don't understand," I heard from behind me, I knew it was my brother.
"Well she need to get it through her head real fucking quick," I laughed and shook my head, "she's fucking 15 how she ain't figured it out yet," I opened my car and got in.
"Well, she ain't never been around pops long enough to understand," he shrugged, "just keep being you sis," he tapped my car and walked off.
"Bye Bam," I yelled out the window as I pulled out the gate.
We lived in Spring, because my mom is a CEO, and my pops is in the service. My pops spoiled me a lot and my mother hated it, he tells me to do whatever my heart desires, she wants me to be just like her.
"Pay-pay, bitch," I heard my cousin Raven walking up to my car.
"Yes bitch," I got out the car chuckling.
"I got breakfast," she swung two McDonald's bags in my face and a vanilla bean frepe from Starbucks.
"Aww bitch, I knew you loved me," I grabbed the bag and the frepe, "lunch is on me fashoo," I said as we walked away.
"What's up Payton," I heard a deep voice call to me.
I turned around and in his all black challenger, Dave was out the window.
"What's good," I furrowed my eyebrows and took a sip from my frappacino.
"Come here, let me holla at you real quick," he turned his music down. The only time me and Dave have ever talked, was if it was about weed.
"Wassam," I leaned down to the window and sipped my frap.
"Aye, so I gotta kickback supposed to be going down next Friday. In advance I'm trying to get my weed and shit in order," he started explaining.
"What you need?"
"A collab, like everything," he looked at me directly in my eyes.
"Alright I got you," I stood up, "just hit me on the gram or some, let me know," I shrugged my right shoulder and started to walk off.
"Preciate it, Pay," he yelled out the window.
"I think that boy wants to fuck you," Raven said out of nowhere once we finally got in the building.
"Bitch, excuse me," I laughed.
"Yes, why is he always going to you about weed?"
"Because he know I got that pressure, and he smoke probably more than me," I brushed it off.
"Naa, it's some deeper. Why else he be looking you all in your eyes and shit," she teased me.
"Bitch, no," I laughed, "he ain't never flirt with me or nothing, no," I ended the conversation. Dave was 22, and I was 18. That idea has never even passed my brain. All the hoes be dropping they panties for him, but I just never looked at him that way. He was just another nigga that smoke weed.
