The fucked-up part about it was that my mama knew that my pops could provide the better lifestyle, but wouldn’t agree to let me move, because she couldn’t part ways with that thousand-dollar child support.
Thankfully, I had a real father, who didn’t sit on his hands when I expressed wanting to live with him. Instead, he wentthrough the courts, and they eventually allowed me to decide where I wanted to live.
I was geeked to finally move in with my pops, but went through a culture shock, when I transferred to the school in his neighborhood. Those suburban kids lived in completely different realities and it took me a while to adjust. Everything was different. Especially the girls.
Girls at my school were bougie. High maintenance. And sneaky as fuck. Now, when it came to Summer…she was the latter. She was literally one of the best dressed girls in the school. Often rocked designer bags like she was a grown woman with a full-time job. The muthafucka literally drove a BMW, and had my main nigga Harlem sprung.
The way Summer often handled my boy would have me urging him to put her in her place, but the nigga never listened. Instead, when she said jump, he said ‘how high’ and I just knew that it could never be me.
“That girl takes most of Harlem’s allowance every week. And the gym teacher gotta fuss at her about participation, because she don’t wanna break a nail. If that aint stuck up, then I don’t know what is.”
My pops smirked. “Well, she looks just like her mama. So, I’m sure that she’s a little conceited and bratty. But you spoiled too, lil’ nigga.”
“Nah. I be chilling,” I swore, as we both eased out of his Porsche SUV.
As we approached the house, the double doors were pulled back and Ms. Array greeted us with a smile.
“Hey, bae.” She puckered her lips, and my pussy whipped pops eagerly moved in to kiss her.
Once he pulled back, she focused on me. “How you doing, Breeze? You ready for me to give you a tour of your new room?”
***
“So, are you coming over tonight or nah?” Brion questioned, as she leaned against my red Camaro.
Leaning on the hood with my arms folded, I studied her profile. Brion was a slim, yellow girl with a pretty face. The typical suburban girl in every sense. And I’d introduced her to fucking last year, and she’d been hooked ever since. Meanwhile, I was committed to nobody, and often slowed the pace between us, whenever I felt like she was getting too clingy.
“Ion think that we gone be able to link this weekend,” I admitted, before I noticed Harlem approaching us.
“Why not?” She pouted, poking out her bottom lip.
“’Sup?” Harlem spoke, as he stepped around Brion and briefly bumped fists with me.
“Hey, Harlem,” Brion cleared her throat.
“Hey, what’s up?” Harlem smiled.
I sighed, while gazing down at Brion. “Hey, let me chop it up with my boy, right quick. I’ma catch up with cha.”
She sighed. “Alright. I'ma text you.” She basically threatened me, as she turned to walk away.
“Yeah, alright.”
Harlem chuckled.
I cut my eyes at him. “The fuck is funny, nigga?”
“You, bro. Why were you looking at that girl like that?”
“Cause. She be getting on my nerves. I remember when she used to be so scared of the dick. And now, she can’t wait to give it up. Then her parents aint never at home, seems like.”
He narrowed his gaze. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“Nah. Hell, nawl, actually. Just because her people aint at home, don’t always mean that I’m finna come over, but she can’t seem to understand that.”
“Oh, yeah? So, you aint creeping over to her house this weekend?”
“Nah. We actually moving.”
