to jump stupid I was going to empty the contents of the can that I was holding onto in her damn face.
I rang the bell and waited. After a few seconds, I heard someone unlocking the door. The door opened and Tre was standing on the other side wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and a black wifebeater, holding one of the babies in his arms.
“Hey, come on in.” He invited me. His face held an agitated expression. He didn’t wait for me to come in before turning and heading in the direction of the living room.
Lord please, don’t let me be walking in on some bullshit. I thought to myself. All it would take was for him and Kisha to be having some sort of disagreement and then for her to see me walk in. I knew without a doubt shit would turn ugly really fast. I felt my heart rate speed up just thinking about it all. I walked in closing the door behind me and then followed him into the living room. The boys were running back and forth down the hallway playing, and the other baby was on the floor playing on a play mat. Kisha was sitting on the loveseat wearing a pink sweat suit and sporting a cute little short hairstyle. I noticed a pair of crutches propped up against the wall next to where she sat. From what Tre had told me, she had recovered really well from the accident that she and Skeet were in but she was still on crutches because her leg that had been broken hadn’t completely healed. When she saw me she turned her nose up running her hand over her hair as if she were royalty or something. Tre took a seat on sofa across from Kisha and I sat on the other end down from him.
“Hey.” I spoke nervously shifting my eyes , afraid to look directly at her. I didn’t really want to speak but I was afraid that if I didn’t she would think I was trying to be funny.
She looked me up and down and then rolled her eyes so hard that I thought for sure they would get stuck. I knew then speaking had been the wrong move. I gripped the pepper spray a little bit tighter. I was so nervous by now that my hands had begun to sweat.
“Hmph…I see the trash has arrived.” She snapped still eyeing me, now looking me directly in my face. The look that she was giving me told me that she was totally disgusted by my presence. “I can’t believe you have the nerve to come up in here talking about some damn ‘hey’. Girl bye! Don’t even play me like that.”
“Kisha…” Tre interjected before I could respond and I was glad. “Chill out. I don’t feel like no drama today.”
“Oh, I’m good. I’ll chill but she’s not going to be walking up in here speaking to me like shit is sweet . Hell no, uh-uhh. That right there ain’t gone work.” She crossed her good leg over the broken one all dramatic, wagging her finger from side to side.
“Damn, she was just being polite.” Tre continued to try and defuse the situation. “Must you always act a fool? And can you please watch your mouth around the kids?”
“If she wanted to be polite then she wouldn’t have started fucking my babydaddy. A polite bitch would’ ve said, ‘nah I’ll pass on that dick because it’s attached to my cousin’s babydaddy’ but this thirsty hoe was all for fucking behind me!” She retorted sitting up on the edge of her seat. “Trust me…polite is the last thing she’s trying to be.”
“Maybe, I should leave.” I suggested already standing.
“Nah, I invited you over here.” Tre said. “Sit back down.” I eased back down in the spot that I’d been sitting in, trying not to look at Kisha but I could feel her eyes still trained on me. “You’re good.” He looked at Kisha. “I’m not going to ask you again to chill out.”
“Whatever.” She snapped reaching next to the chair and grabbing her bag. She threw her bag on her shoulder before standing to her feet. She reached for her crutches and positioned them beneath her arms and then looked at Tre. “This is the reason why you and I don’t get
I rang the bell and waited. After a few seconds, I heard someone unlocking the door. The door opened and Tre was standing on the other side wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and a black wifebeater, holding one of the babies in his arms.
“Hey, come on in.” He invited me. His face held an agitated expression. He didn’t wait for me to come in before turning and heading in the direction of the living room.
Lord please, don’t let me be walking in on some bullshit. I thought to myself. All it would take was for him and Kisha to be having some sort of disagreement and then for her to see me walk in. I knew without a doubt shit would turn ugly really fast. I felt my heart rate speed up just thinking about it all. I walked in closing the door behind me and then followed him into the living room. The boys were running back and forth down the hallway playing, and the other baby was on the floor playing on a play mat. Kisha was sitting on the loveseat wearing a pink sweat suit and sporting a cute little short hairstyle. I noticed a pair of crutches propped up against the wall next to where she sat. From what Tre had told me, she had recovered really well from the accident that she and Skeet were in but she was still on crutches because her leg that had been broken hadn’t completely healed. When she saw me she turned her nose up running her hand over her hair as if she were royalty or something. Tre took a seat on sofa across from Kisha and I sat on the other end down from him.
“Hey.” I spoke nervously shifting my eyes , afraid to look directly at her. I didn’t really want to speak but I was afraid that if I didn’t she would think I was trying to be funny.
She looked me up and down and then rolled her eyes so hard that I thought for sure they would get stuck. I knew then speaking had been the wrong move. I gripped the pepper spray a little bit tighter. I was so nervous by now that my hands had begun to sweat.
“Hmph…I see the trash has arrived.” She snapped still eyeing me, now looking me directly in my face. The look that she was giving me told me that she was totally disgusted by my presence. “I can’t believe you have the nerve to come up in here talking about some damn ‘hey’. Girl bye! Don’t even play me like that.”
“Kisha…” Tre interjected before I could respond and I was glad. “Chill out. I don’t feel like no drama today.”
“Oh, I’m good. I’ll chill but she’s not going to be walking up in here speaking to me like shit is sweet . Hell no, uh-uhh. That right there ain’t gone work.” She crossed her good leg over the broken one all dramatic, wagging her finger from side to side.
“Damn, she was just being polite.” Tre continued to try and defuse the situation. “Must you always act a fool? And can you please watch your mouth around the kids?”
“If she wanted to be polite then she wouldn’t have started fucking my babydaddy. A polite bitch would’ ve said, ‘nah I’ll pass on that dick because it’s attached to my cousin’s babydaddy’ but this thirsty hoe was all for fucking behind me!” She retorted sitting up on the edge of her seat. “Trust me…polite is the last thing she’s trying to be.”
“Maybe, I should leave.” I suggested already standing.
“Nah, I invited you over here.” Tre said. “Sit back down.” I eased back down in the spot that I’d been sitting in, trying not to look at Kisha but I could feel her eyes still trained on me. “You’re good.” He looked at Kisha. “I’m not going to ask you again to chill out.”
“Whatever.” She snapped reaching next to the chair and grabbing her bag. She threw her bag on her shoulder before standing to her feet. She reached for her crutches and positioned them beneath her arms and then looked at Tre. “This is the reason why you and I don’t get
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