Hooked On His Thuggish Ways, page 4
“Yes ma’am,” I answered, standing to my feet and walking to where she stood.
She and I walked out of the room and into her office. There sitting in one of the black chairs was an older lady. Her skin complexion matched my mother’s and she also had long, curly hair just like the both of us. The only difference was that hers was filled with grey hairs. She was pretty though. She reminded me so much of my mother and even though I promised myself last night that I wasn’t going to cry, I was on the verge of it.
“Kaizlyn, meet your grandma, Daisey,” Ms. Renee stated as her eyes watered and her smile widened.
“Hello baby girl.” My grandma stood to her feet and pulled me in for a hug.
The energy I felt from her was powerful. She was full of love and I so desperately needed it.
I felt her fingers run through my hair before she broke our embrace and examined me. She touched my hair, pinched my cheeks and even stepped back and took me all in.
“You look so much like your mother.” She covered her mouth and began to choke up. I knew that she hadn’t seen her daughter in years and I knew it had to have affected her to know that she was gone. That she didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.
While crying, she grabbed me again and hugged me so tight that I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Her peppermint scent slid up my nose and weirdly calmed me. We continued to stand there in each other’s embrace, sniffling from the tears we had cried.
“Ok, let’s go.” My grandma giggled a little, breaking the sadness that was in the room. She wiped her face and I wiped mine. I then went and gave Ms. Renee a hug who was also crying.
This moment was everything, even with the tears that were shed. Even though I came off as hard and secluded, I needed this more than ever.
It was around twelve in the afternoon and I was currently sitting on my grandma’s porch. I was minding my own business until my soul began to burn the moment I saw her car stop at the stop sign at the corner of my street.
What does this bitch want? I huffed to myself. The site of Londyn’s car pulling up in front of my yard caused a bitter taste to enter my mouth. I knew she was probably coming over with the drama and bullshit. That’s all she had been about. I guess she thought it was cute or some shit, but it wasn’t. Even though she was fine as fuck, her attitude was unattractive.
The night I met her in the club was one that I was still regretting two months later.
The way her booty bounced on stage and the way she twirled around that pole had a nigga fucking mesmerized. She worked her hips and danced to the rhythm of the beat with ease as she stared at me. Her ass was fine, no doubt. She was so damn fine that we ended up going into the VIP section and the rest was a faded memory. I blamed it on the straight shots of Hennessy I decided to take to the head.
But it was a memory I wished that I could remember because now I had to hear that “I’m pregnant” bullshit. She also was breathing down my neck begging for us to be a damn family. She wanted the whole relationship and that was not happening.
Relationships, love, the couple thing wasn’t really my forte. My mother had ruined that for every woman. She had turned my heart cold before a girl had a chance to break it. The way she used to let her husband, who wasn’t my father, beat on me, my sister and her, had damaged a nigga. Then to make shit worse, she picked him over us. She picked the drunk. The nigga that was physically abusing us.
The only real female I had in my life was my g-ma. Thank God she saved us when she did. I was ten and my sister was six, and at the time my little sister cried because she didn’t want to leave my mother. She loved my mother so much that she was ok with getting a whooping for nothing but me, I hated her. I hated him and if I ran into either one of them, I would spit in their faces.
The only woman that I had respect for was my G-lady and that’s because she was a fucking woman. She was about her business and she was raised in a different era. She would pull a knife on a nigga in a minute if she ever felt disrespected.
She would always say to me, “baby, I don’t know where your mother got that weak ass shit from, but it couldn’t be me. I would have sliced that nigga from his neck all the way down to his balls.” And I believed her because my grandpa also told me a story about how my grandma thought he was cheating on her, so she pulled a knife on him and tried to cut him. We would laugh about the shit but deep down, I knew my grandpa feared my grandma.
“Jaxsyn you didn’t see me calling your fucking phone?” Londyn jumped out of her black jeep and stormed towards me as her blonde extensions swayed from side to side.
As she approached me with her finger in my face, I exhaled and stood to my feet. I wasn’t about to deal with this loud ass shit today from her.
“Man Londyn,” I exhaled as I ran my hand down my face as she stood in front of me with her lips poked out, her weight shifted more on her right leg and her arms crossed. She stood there like I was the one on some bullshit.
“Look, don’t be coming over here with all that bullshit,” I let her know.
She unfolded her arms, pointed her finger in my face and said, “I just think it’s funny that—”
I swatted her hand out of my face, closed the space that we had between us and beamed down at her as I bit the inside of my jaw. “I don’t want to hear none of that. You need to get your ass back in your fucking car and hit me up when you ready to talk shit over like fucking adults.”
All that loud talking, finger pointing, head movement was no longer happening. Now that I was up in her face, she wasn’t talking all that hot shit.
“Oh, now that I’m all up in your face, you don’t have shit to say. What was that shit you was saying?” I paused. “You find it funny how?” I teased, waving her off and walking away to have a seat back down on the porch.
“Whatever Jaxsyn. You just be ready to get them papers. I’m throwing your ass on child support as soon as I have this baby,” she angrily spat.
If looks could kill, Londyn would have shot my ass to death. She was mad and in her feelings, but I didn’t care. She should have known better than to pop up over here on that dumb shit.
With her fist balled up, she stomped her foot on the ground and screamed just like a little ass girl. Londyn stormed off to her car, mumbling something under her breath.
Shit, a nigga like me didn’t give a fuck about what she was quietly saying. It was that loud, disrespectful ass shit that I couldn’t handle. Especially when you came to where I laid my head at and plus, where I lived wasn’t even my crib. It was my grandma’s. I had been saving up my money so that I could finally move out. I hadn’t told my grandma yet because she didn’t want me going nowhere, but my twenty-two-year-old ass felt like it was time to leave the nest.
“Yeah, good luck with that,” I yelled and stuck my tongue out. I was taunting her and it worked. Londyn burned rubber, trying to speed off from in front of my house. But this was all her fault. She should have stayed in her place instead of coming over to my place of residence trying to act like a clown.
Shaking my head, I ran my hands across my waves and looked at the neighbors who had come out to see what was going on.
“Ain’t shit going on. Y’all can go back in the house,” I told their nosey asses which caused them to quickly scatter and go back to minding their own business.
“You better stop playing with these girls, boy,” Ms. Daisey, the old lady that stayed next door to us, playfully hollered out as she held a brown paper bag in her arm.
Laughing, I stood up and jogged over there to help her. Ms. Daisey had always stayed next door to my grandma, ever since I was a little boy. She was cool as fuck and had always joked with me. Back in the day, when I first moved in with my grandma, Ms. Daisey was known for selling snacks and shit, but later stopped when her husband died. She said that she didn’t have the urge to do it anymore.
“You need help Ms. Daisey?” I quickly grabbed the bag out of her hands, when I noticed somebody I had never seen before grabbing something out of the trunk.
Not really able to get a good glimpse of nothing but her fat ass because she was bent over in the trunk getting something out. I continued to walk and talk with Ms. Daisey as we made our way up to her front door.
“Thank you baby, I’ve been trying to make sure I have everything I need. I ain’t had no teenager in my house in years,” she beamed. I could tell that she was really happy about something.
Ms. Daisey then looked back at the girl that had two suitcases in each hand. She smiled really big at her then turned and unlocked the door. The sparkle in Ms. Daisey’s eyes let me know that whomever that girl was, was the reason why she was this happy. It was good to see her smiling though. I remembered when I was a young boy, I used to hear my grandma and grandpa discussing what they heard about what happened to her daughter. I was kind of too young to fully understand everything but I knew it took a toll on the neighbors next door, so to see her smiling was good.
“No problem, and who is that?” I asked her lowly, and she chuckled.
I guess I did sound and look like a bitch by the way I was whispering and looking over my shoulder to make sure she wasn’t coming inside the house.
“That’s my grandbaby and she is off limits.” Ms. Daisey raised her eyebrow up at me and gave me a stern look.
I placed the bag down on the table and threw my hands up in mock surrender. “Trust! Love and girls are the furthest things from my mind. I’m just trying to get this money,” I boasted as I rubbed my hands together in slow motion.
“Uhm huh. I can’t tell.” Looking back at her as I walked off, I couldn’t help but to laugh at this old woman because she was funny with her little slick shots, but Ms. Daisey was a real one.
While I was too busy looking behind me and laughing at Ms. Daisey’s jokes, I ran into lil’ mama. “Damn, my bad,” I turned and apologized.
Instantly, my eyes connected to her hazel ones and I felt this weird ass feeling take over me. The feeling caused me to stumble back a little. The spark that I felt upon impact, scared me just a little bit. There was no girl around here that had ever caused me to feel even a damn sprinkle of what I was currently feeling. Was I having a heart attack or something? I thought to myself as she looked at me with a blank expression.
“It’s ok,” she spoke so lowly that I could barely hear her. She was timid and shy which was none of the girls over her on D-block.
Clearing her throat, Ms. Daisey made her way over in the middle of the two of us and began introducing us. “Jaxsyn, this is my granddaughter Kaizlyn and Kaizlyn, this is the little troublesome boy that stays next door.” She chuckled. “Kaizlyn and Jaxsyn, that’s cute but not that cute.” She looked at me then at Kaizlyn.
Stunned by her choice of words, we both tilted our heads to the side and looked at her. She shrugged her shoulders then turned on her heels to head into the kitchen.
Leaving the two of us standing there, I didn’t know how to break the awkward silence but thank God my phone began to ring.
“Alright, Ms. Daisey, I’m gone,” I shouted towards the kitchen.
“Ok honey,” she replied back.
“And I’ll see you around.” I nodded my head at Kaizlyn before I walked out of the door and answered my phone. I knew that if my nigga Ace was calling me then that meant money.
“Talk to me but don’t talk fast,” I bellowed into the phone as I cut through the grass and went back and sat on the front porch.
The breeze that blew through caused me to pull my hood over my head. It was the end of December and even though the sun was shining, the howling of the wind let you know it was indeed wintertime.
“Shit, let’s talk business.” he replied.
“What’s good my boy? Just say the word.”
“You ready for tonight?” he asked me.
“You already know it. You get what we needed?” I questioned as I checked the time on my Apple watch.
“Fa’ show,” he assured me, and that was all I needed to know.
Me and Ace had plans to take these niggas out. We had got word that it was some niggas selling on our territory and many knew that wasn’t happening. It had to be some new heads because anybody in their right mind knew better. I just didn’t believe someone was stupid enough to do the shit, until I had actually pulled up on the scene and chopped it up with this dope fiend and he let me know who he got it from. Now all I needed to know was, who was running that shit and telling them it was ok. Because I knew for sure it wasn’t me or Ace. But we were going to handle that shit and get to the bottom of it. No lie.
“Bet,” I chimed. I continued to chop it up with him for a little bit longer.
After about fifteen minutes, I hung up the phone and went into the house. I had a few hours to spare before I had to pick up my little sister so I was going to take a damn nap.
Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I tapped the pencil impatiently as I waited for the bell to ring. I was ready to run up out of this classroom.
It was Thursday, I had plans and I couldn’t wait until they dismissed us so that I could go enjoy the rest of my day and hopefully spend some time with my boyfriend, Whoodie. At least that was what everybody called him. His real name was William which he hated. But nevertheless, that nigga was bae. Period. Despite having to argue with him from time to time, that nigga would have me feeling like I was on cloud nine.
Hearing the bell ring caused excitement to fill my body. I jumped up so fast out of my seat, you could have sworn that a match had been struck. I snatched my backpack up off the floor and jetted out of the door.
I had to hurry so that I could meet up with my man, love and hug on him before my brother pulled up. I knew I had to be far away from Whoodie when my brother pulled up.
For some reason, Jaxsyn didn’t like Whoodie. He never said why, he just said that he couldn’t vibe with him and even though Whoodie was who I chose to date, my brother didn’t budge on his opinion.
Matter of fact, he told me that I couldn’t date him but he wasn’t my damn daddy so I didn’t have to listen to his ass. I still dated Whoodie and I was going to until I decided otherwise.
“Excuse me.” I looked back at the girl I had bumped into. I was on a mission. I speed walked down the hallway and once I hit the corner, I slowed my stride down. I began to fix my long, bone straight, middle part weave that was sewed in, and adjusted my boobs so that they could show just a little over the top of the V-neck shirt that I had on.
Now approaching me and Whoodie’s little secret spot, I was puzzled once I saw that he wasn’t waiting there for me like he normally would be. Huffing, I was now agitated as I pulled out my phone. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer but I was slapped in the face by his voicemail.
What the fuck. Whoodie had me fucked up. Like, where in the world could he have been? Annoyed because I didn’t have that much time to be playing hide and seek with his ass, I decided to walk farther down the hallway. I approached some stairs that led down to the athlete’s locker rooms. I had no business down there because anybody that knew me, knew that my uppity ass had no reason to be this way. I didn’t play any sports. For one, I didn’t want to sweat my edges out and for two, I was just too cute for that. All I needed to do was remain cute and keep my grades up.
While walking down the hallway with my head down, I was in the middle of sending Whoodie this long ass text message, cursing him out, when I heard his voice. I pulled my attention away from my phone, stopped and made sure to listen carefully.
At first I tried to be in denial, but there was no denying that Louisiana accent. I knew that shit from anywhere. There weren’t many guys at the school that were from New Orleans and the ones that were had been here for so long that they were beginning to lose their accent.
I knew that was him. That was my man and the shit that he was saying was causing my stomach to twist up and my heart to race.
“Man, Trina baby, come on. We not gon’ get caught right chea. Suck it,” I heard him say.
“Yes baby,” he moaned out.
I was now furious. My skin was tingling and burning because I was so mad. I felt like my head was about to explode and that steam was going to be coming out of my ears.
“Oh my…” I gasped as I walked up on him with his dick in some bitch’s mouth. I could tell from jump that the hoe was ugly and didn’t have shit on me. It only made me madder. I wanted to kill the both of them.
“I know the fuck you are not!” I threw my bag on the floor and charged right at the girl.
I knew better than to step to Whoodie on some crazy shit so instead of taking my frustrations out on him like I wanted to, I grabbed Trina by her hair and dragged her down the hallway. Stopping, she fell on the tile floor and I kicked her dead in the face. All I saw was red, as I punched her over and over in her face. I wasn’t letting her up. She was clawing at my hands but I wasn’t fazed by that. She even called for Whoodie, my fucking man, to come and help her. The fuck type of shit was that?
Before I knew it, “fight, fight, fight,” echoed through the hallway and the once bare hallway had thickened.
“Chill the fuck out, yeah.” Whoodie angrily pulled me off of Trina and pulled me to the side. I jerked away from him, picked up my shit, and left him and that hoe in the middle of the crowd.
However, not even two minutes later, I was being pulled to the side by Principal Yates.
“Ms. Keisha, I need to have a word with you for a second,” he stated.
I crossed my arms and huffed. Shifting my weight more so to the left leg, I looked at him, as I waited impatiently for him to say what the fuck he had to say to me. I was also annoyed, aggravated and a little nervous because I knew his snitch ass wouldn’t hesitate to tell my brother.
“Were you back there fighting?” He raised his right eyebrow up, that was damn near connected to the left one, scowled at me and tapped his foot on the tile floor as if that was supposed to make me hurry up and spit out the truth.
“No sir,” I lied with a straight face.
