“Little girl, nobody asked you to speak. As a matter of fact, don’t speak to my nigga. You speak through me,” Mixie said as she rolled her neck side to side.
The laugh just slipped from my lips. Clearly this bitch lived on another planet if she thought I was about to go through her to speak to Faheem.
“You know you dumber than you look.” I continued laughing in her face. “We past the point of needing you to do anything for us,” I smartly replied back to her, matching her same energy. Mixie had the right one. I would match her energy all day. The only thing keeping my tongue about what took place upstairs was Toi and Big Frank. If they hadn’t been here, all bets would be off.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Mixie tried to walk up on me, and I quickly stood to my feet.
I stayed prepared. I might have lived more comfortably now, but in my childhood, one thing I did was learn to fight. Withparents like mine, I got picked on. Fighting became my only outlet in my younger years. Once bitches realized I wasn’t to be fucked with, they left me alone. The last real fight I had was towards the end of Troy and I. The older I got, the less I saw the need to fight, however, these hands never left me. Lucky for Mixie, Faheem pulled her back.
“Faheem, you can take Mixie home now,” Big Frank said in an authoritative tone after Toi gave him a look.
“Come on, man.” Faheem sounded pissed.
Squinting her eyes at Faheem, Mixie folded her arms in defiance. “This is what I be talking about. If she can be here.” Mixie pointed at me childishly. “I can be here too.”
“No, you can’t. I gave you chance after chance. It’s time for you to go. You can come back another day when you have your head together,” Toi replied to Mixie.
“That’s weird. I can’t cuss, but I’m grown as fuck. No matter where I’m at, I can say what I want.” Mixie tried to defend herself, clearly missing the point of having respect for people’s rules in their homes.
“But you can’t ‘cause my mama told yo’ silly self multiple times to stop cussing in their house. You don’t pay bills here. My mama been way too nice if you ask me ‘cause not only do you keep being disrespectful and cussing, you walking up on Juniper like you tryna fight her in THEIR house, continuing the disrespect.” Frankee stood up from her seat. “Either you gon’ go with Faheem, or I’ma help you out.”
“Mixie, come on, man. Frankee, chill, I got her,” Faheem said as he grabbed Mixie up, and a pang of jealousy ran through me. I didn’t like him picking her up. I couldn’t stop my lips from forming into a frown as I watched him carry her out of the living room.
“I can’t stand her. On my mama.” Frankee had a look of disgust. “I’m happy you ain’t scary ‘cause I wasn’t finna like you either if you let her punk you out.”
“I would never. Even if I get beat up, I'ma talk my stuff,” I replied to Frankee.
“Me too! You got any friends?” Frankee said with a goofy grin.
“Not for real.” I shrugged. After my situation with my ex, I became a loner.
“Well, you do now, sis-in-law.” Frankee winked at me in a silly manner, and I chuckled at her goofiness.
It sounded like I had a friend now. Maybe I could live with Frankee instead. I knew 1000 percent I wasn’t moving in with dumb and dumber. I wasn’t joining their circus. I just wanted to get this marriage over so I could put all of this behind me and start focusing on my real future. That didn’t include Faheem or his parrot.
Chapter 10
Faheem Banks
A Week Later
“You got all your shit?” I asked Juniper as I watched her stomp around her tiny ass apartment.
“I don’t. It’s impossible for me to get all my shit,” she smartly replied, mugging me while she stood in front of me, arms folded across her chest.
“Don’t let that mouth get you fucked up.”
Scoffing then waving me off, Juniper stormed back down the hallway to her bedroom door, slamming it shut. Hopping up from my seat on her fuzzy couch, she was getting under my got damn skin with her attitude. Juniper’s apartment was cute or whatever. She was on her shit for sure. Her house was fully furnished, her shit was decorated like a normal female–pink was all over this mutha fucking house. There was no way she’d been dealing with a nigga. Not that I gave a fuck if she was. Juniper could do what she pleased. Almost anything, ‘cause that funky ass attitude she’d had the last few days… that shit had to go.Walking down the short hallway to Juniper’s room, I snatched open her door, seeing her sitting on her bed scrolling through her phone aimlessly.
“What the fuck is yo’ problem?” I snatched the phone from her hands, and she jumped up, frowning at me.
“Give me my damn phone!” Juniper lunged towards me trying to get her phone from me.
Raising my arm above my head, I put her phone out of her reach. “What do you want, Faheem?” Juniper pouted, poking her lips out.
“For you to lose that funky ass attitude.”
“I don’t have an attitude,” Juniper grumbled, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m annoyed my entire life is being uprooted. I can’t stay in my own house where I pay bills.” She threw her hands up dramatically pushing past me. Going to her dresser, she snatched open a drawer and pulled out a handful of clothes. “I probably don’t have a job anymore because I’ve missed almost two weeks of work.” Pushing past me again, she threw the pile of clothes into an open suitcase on her bed. “I have to live in a house with you and your special ed ass girlfriend for three years. I’m so fucking thrilled,” Juniper sarcastically said with a fake ass smile. She looked at me for a few minutes then she focused on shutting her overly packed suitcase.
