business about my shit. She ain’t got to live here, and she can’t fit my clothes, so why the hell she care? Humph, she’ll be the hell okay and so will my clothes…right where they at.
All four of us all weekend in one suite? Oh, I know I was calling dibs on roomin’ with Mo—if she really was going. With Rev Ike who knew?
Damn, it was fucked up the way her parents treated her. Didn’t they know how hard life would be on Moët if she really did walk around all day every day lookin’ like a f’ing Quaker?
Matter of fact, that same dumb shit was the reason we all pulled Mo right into our clique.
“Look at her. Can you believe the clothes she wearing?”
“Girl, I ain’t seen somebody rockin’ opaque stockings and Mary Janes since I was six.”
Monica, Danielle, and I were sitting at the lunch table behind these two upperclassmen, listening to they dumb ass as they ragged on Latoya James. She was sitting at a table alone, her head damn buried in her tray, looking so lonely she was ’bout to cry.
As loud as them upperclassmen were talkin’, she probably overheard them.
“I heard she supposed to be saved,” one of ’em said.
“Somebody need to save her dumb ass from them clothes,” the other replied.
Monica, Danielle, and I all looked at each other and then glanced over at Latoya. That girl didn’t bother nobody, and the only time she talked was to answer questions in class. And sure her clothes was jacked the fuck up, but who the hell told them somebody gave a flyin’ fuck what they thought.
I was already in a f’ed-up mood ’cause I wanted a blunt, so I wadn’t hardly in the mood for pickin’, even if them tricks wasn’t talkin’ to my ass.
I jumped to my feet. Before Monica and Danielle could blink, I walked over to Latoya’s table and sat down. “Whaddup, Latoya.”
She jumped like I scared her, and I had to stop myself from rollin’ my eyes. “Hi,” she said back with a soft smile.
“Why you eatin’ by yourself?”
She just shrugged.
“Well, we want you to come sit wit us, a’ight?” I stood up and grabbed her tray.
She looked over at Monica and Danielle. They waved and she waved back. She looked back up at me. “Really?”
Okay, I couldn’t stop myself from rollin’ my eyes that damn time. “Girl, come on.”
She looked relieved not to be alone and scrambled off the bench, nearly trippin’ over herself.
I heard snickers, and my head whipped around to find the upperclassmen laughing. I shot dey ass a nasty look, and trust me the snickering stopped like that. Trust me, these Hillside, Vaux Hall, Union, and Elizabeth living bitches knew I wasn’t shit to fuck wit. Freshman or no freshman I handled mine.
Latoya followed me back to our table.
“Hi, Latoya,” Danielle said, sliding over to make room for her.
“What’s the deal,” Monica greeted her.
She smiled. “Hi.”
I slid on my seat on the bench. “Now let me see if somebody think it’s comedy hour up in dis bitch,” I said with a nasty attitude loud enough for the upperclassmen to hear me.
Monica, Danielle, and even Latoya all giggled.
The three of us been watching out for Mo ever since.
I lit up a blunt I didn’t finish last night. I inhaled, letting the weed fill my lungs. Besides good clothes and great sex, ain’t nothin’ better than gettin’ high.
My bedroom door swung open and in walked my mother.
Diane’s a forty-five-year-old woman goin’ on twenty-five—in her damn mind anyway. I gotta give her her due ’cause she look good for her age. She dressed young, acted young, wore her hair young, liked hangin’ around young people, and slept with young men. Everythin’ about her ass was young except for her real damn age.
She’s more like one of my friends than a mother, and the girls always been jealous ’cause Diane just don’t give a damn. She’s always down for whatever.
Her eyes zoomed in on my blunt like a fly to shit. Damn! I ain’t in the mood for her BS this
All four of us all weekend in one suite? Oh, I know I was calling dibs on roomin’ with Mo—if she really was going. With Rev Ike who knew?
Damn, it was fucked up the way her parents treated her. Didn’t they know how hard life would be on Moët if she really did walk around all day every day lookin’ like a f’ing Quaker?
Matter of fact, that same dumb shit was the reason we all pulled Mo right into our clique.
“Look at her. Can you believe the clothes she wearing?”
“Girl, I ain’t seen somebody rockin’ opaque stockings and Mary Janes since I was six.”
Monica, Danielle, and I were sitting at the lunch table behind these two upperclassmen, listening to they dumb ass as they ragged on Latoya James. She was sitting at a table alone, her head damn buried in her tray, looking so lonely she was ’bout to cry.
As loud as them upperclassmen were talkin’, she probably overheard them.
“I heard she supposed to be saved,” one of ’em said.
“Somebody need to save her dumb ass from them clothes,” the other replied.
Monica, Danielle, and I all looked at each other and then glanced over at Latoya. That girl didn’t bother nobody, and the only time she talked was to answer questions in class. And sure her clothes was jacked the fuck up, but who the hell told them somebody gave a flyin’ fuck what they thought.
I was already in a f’ed-up mood ’cause I wanted a blunt, so I wadn’t hardly in the mood for pickin’, even if them tricks wasn’t talkin’ to my ass.
I jumped to my feet. Before Monica and Danielle could blink, I walked over to Latoya’s table and sat down. “Whaddup, Latoya.”
She jumped like I scared her, and I had to stop myself from rollin’ my eyes. “Hi,” she said back with a soft smile.
“Why you eatin’ by yourself?”
She just shrugged.
“Well, we want you to come sit wit us, a’ight?” I stood up and grabbed her tray.
She looked over at Monica and Danielle. They waved and she waved back. She looked back up at me. “Really?”
Okay, I couldn’t stop myself from rollin’ my eyes that damn time. “Girl, come on.”
She looked relieved not to be alone and scrambled off the bench, nearly trippin’ over herself.
I heard snickers, and my head whipped around to find the upperclassmen laughing. I shot dey ass a nasty look, and trust me the snickering stopped like that. Trust me, these Hillside, Vaux Hall, Union, and Elizabeth living bitches knew I wasn’t shit to fuck wit. Freshman or no freshman I handled mine.
Latoya followed me back to our table.
“Hi, Latoya,” Danielle said, sliding over to make room for her.
“What’s the deal,” Monica greeted her.
She smiled. “Hi.”
I slid on my seat on the bench. “Now let me see if somebody think it’s comedy hour up in dis bitch,” I said with a nasty attitude loud enough for the upperclassmen to hear me.
Monica, Danielle, and even Latoya all giggled.
The three of us been watching out for Mo ever since.
I lit up a blunt I didn’t finish last night. I inhaled, letting the weed fill my lungs. Besides good clothes and great sex, ain’t nothin’ better than gettin’ high.
My bedroom door swung open and in walked my mother.
Diane’s a forty-five-year-old woman goin’ on twenty-five—in her damn mind anyway. I gotta give her her due ’cause she look good for her age. She dressed young, acted young, wore her hair young, liked hangin’ around young people, and slept with young men. Everythin’ about her ass was young except for her real damn age.
She’s more like one of my friends than a mother, and the girls always been jealous ’cause Diane just don’t give a damn. She’s always down for whatever.
Her eyes zoomed in on my blunt like a fly to shit. Damn! I ain’t in the mood for her BS this
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