“What! You said that we were twinsies. I figured we should like do the same kinda stuff.” There was an innocence in her eyes that told me she believed what she said.
My hand rubbed down my face. “So, meeting your family gave you warrant to act crazy. Got it. Sit your ass down before you don’t get any dick for a month.”
She sat down faster than a kindergartner who was told they wouldn’t go to recess if they threw their pencil again. All that was missing was the crisscross apple sauce motion. Her spoiled ass crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t even do nothing.”
Elica had the security that she hired for these events to kick the ladies out. She said that they were banned indefinitely. “Is that the first fight that you’ve had in here?” Jessop asked her.
“Ironically, it’s not. That’s why I hire security for these events. There’s a diverse group of people that come to these events. Hell, I’m happy Vanessa got her ass before I did, because who was that bitch talking to.”
Darius laughed. “So, y’all just gang, gang now? That’s wild.”
Tsia’s crazy ass jumped up and started singing “We Are Family.” When the rest of the girls joined in, I knew it would be a long night. By the end of the night, we all felt good. Darius found his way over to Cadence. Connections were being made.
When It All Falls Down . . .
“What the fuck? That shit is crazy. How do you manage that shit?” Darius asked.
We were at my house chilling. We’d been around each other a lot lately. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Darius and TJ had proven themself to be thorough dudes to be connected to. That 30 percent family discount at their gas stations didn’t hurt either. They took on the role more as big brothers to Gorjess than little brothers. She still had yet to meet her father, but we all felt it was coming soon.
Issac just told us about how some of the mothers of his students come at him. On top of being the wrestling coach, he also taught history. My cousin was obsessed with history and had a way of telling the story of it that wrapped you into it. He made you feel like you were there.
“I don’t, because I’m not about to play with those women. There is too much going on in the world to play with them or their kids. When they talk that smooth shit, I give them the inappropriate jazz speech the first time. Some get the point and back all the way back. Others don’t give a damn,” he said before he shook his head.
“For the others that don’t give a damn, how do you handle them? I’ve met a couple bitches like that. They are not easy to deal with,” TJ added.
We all concurred. Issac chuckled quietly. “And that is why I let someone else do it. I document, record, and report. I let my administration know that their child needs to be transferred out of my class, and they are. Most of the time, the student knows that their mother is loose.”
We all chortled. “That’s probably true. I know those kids feel a way when they’re pulled from your class.”
“The ones that are doing well are fucked up behind it. Now, the ones who are failing don’t give a fuck. The way I teach my class, if you fail, you just aren’t trying,” he admitted.
He was right. When the students arrived in class, he had a bunch of names, dates, and events listed on the board with numbers next to them. By the end of class, he told a story using every name, date, and event on the board. When the semester started, he showed the class a hack on how to take proper notes for his class, and he allowed them to tape his lessons.
If that wasn’t already enough, when it was test time, he would blatantly give them answers to the test. He would do shit like tell them that there were fifty questions on the test, in which twenty were multiple choice, twenty were true or false, and the rest were short answers. His ass would say something like ‘multiple choice numbers one, four, six, ten, twelve, fifteen, and twenty are B.’ He would be on the same type of time with the other sections too. How a person failed a test when you were given most of the answers sometimes was beyond me.
“I commend you, man. Teachers work hard. As for me. though, it’s fuck them kids,” TJ said.
TJ ran one of the gas stations that his family owned and a tire shop that was attached to it. That was a smart move in my opinion. Darius ran one as well as Vanessa. They each also hadother things they did. Darius owned a popular custom jewelry and grills shop while Vanessa was a loctician.
“So, where do you see you and my sister going in the future?” TJ asked out the damn blue.
The room got quiet. My head tilted to the side. “Damn, that was out of left field considering what we were just talking about. You’ve been lil bro for five minutes, asking the hard question,” I joked.
He tittered. “It doesn’t matter how long she’s known about me. I’ve been her brother since the day I was born, feel me?”
I tittered at his assertiveness. I couldn’t trip, though. I appreciated it in a way because she never really had anyone to have her back outside of her fake daddy. Her grandfather loved her from all of the stories that she told me even after the revelation. He just didn’t love her enough, in my opinion, to tell her that truth. It could have been shame, or he didn’t want to face her hurt and disappointment.
“I feel you. Jess is going to be my wife probably sooner than she thinks. I’m being generous when I say that I am trying to wait for our one-year anniversary before I ask her.” I didn’t need all the time in the world to know that Gorjess was who was meant just for me. We calmed each other’s souls. When I met her, it felt like the first time that I was able to breathe. She was all I needed.
TJ and Darius smiled. Issac and Jessop already knew this. Shit, Jessop started the discussion about marriage before I did. Jessop was prepared to get a blood transfusion to ensure that his blood type matched Elica’s just in case she ever needed an organ. Matter of fact, let me take some of this heat off of me. “Jessop, what’s up with you and Elica?”
“Oh, you don’t have to try to put me in the hot seat. I’ll willingly get in that ho. I already got my baby a ring. Just waitingon the right time to put that rock on her pretty finger,” he said before he took a sip from his beer bottle.
My eyes bucked a little. “Damn, I didn’t know you already had a ring. I feel behind the ball now.”
“Nah, don’t feel like you’re behind the ball. You are behind the ball. Get your shit together,” Jessop said with the corner of his top lip turned up.
While everyone laughed, I raised my middle finger. “Fuck you. I got your behind the ball.”
