Rhonda's Lesson

Chapter Three: A New Friendship

Rebecca

As soon as Rebecca laid eyes on the new chic in the hood she just knew she would hate her, or she would be a serial killer. I mean the chic moved in and never came out the damn house. She would just stare out the window or creep on the balcony late as hell at night to smoke a cig. So imagine Rebecca's surprise when she finally met Rhonda Johnson. To be brutally honest, at first she thought that she had been right because homegirl was chattin’ with a dang dog, but once she opened up, honey had some hood in her that you know Becca was feelin’. She got the feeling that Roe had a secret she was holding on to. That or she was running from something. Becca wasn’t quite sure but she had an overprotective side to her that she peeped the night that they met. Rebecca had to admit that Rhonda could come off a little strong to some people but she could tell it came from a genuinely caring place. She loved every minute of it. Even her motherly demeanor that would probably drive some teen’s nuts, but Becca knew she probably needed it. She needed it like no other because she had never felt the warmth of true motherly love.

All of her young adult life she had grew up visiting friends like every other kid, but it wasn't to make long lasting friends, it was more so of an escape from her home life. She remember actually hoping that one day one of my acts of teen defiance would capture her mothers attention; but that day never came. Now Rebecca had found Rhonda, who was like and replacement mom. And she could tell she would be one hell of a replacement, and an even better friend. In so little time Rhonda had taught Becca so much. She had taught her how to swaddle Alexa, how to sew a rip so it looked brand new, how to get the baby to sleep through the night, and not to mention the lady could burn in the kitchen. Besides all the house wife stuff, she had turned out to be the smartest woman Becca had met so far. She helped with bills and even took Becca's trickin’ game to a whole new level. She went from three hundred a day to that in less than a hour. Together the pair were destined for the big leagues and Rebecca was more than ready.

Rebecca was known as a wigg*— a “white Ni*”. She never tried to be anything she wasn’t. Talkin’ proper wasn’t for her and wearing cowgirl boots was just never on her Christmas list. As far as she was concerned, they never would be. When she met Roe, she was happy to finally find someone to balance her bad girl behavior. It was cool that she had a “classy friend”. They were so different yet so alike from head to toe. A skinny, size zero Becca loved the fact that Roe was thick and proud of it. You could tell she was from out of town by her swag; she loved a good high waist skirt. Tonight Roe chose cheetah print and fitted black crop top, paired with the highest heels she could find, and her naturally soft and curly brown hair had all the brothers complimenting her which kind of made Bec jealous. In a good way of course.

The girls had spent the last three weeks together and they were both ecstatic to finally have a sister. It was a great feeling to have someone was in her corner. Becca just knew they would be friends till the end. I mean damn, they ate, slept, shat and showered together… literally. Hell, Rhonda even stayed up with five-week old Alexa to give her a break. Rhonda never overstepped her boundaries but she loved that baby like her own and made sure she did what she could for them both to live a happy life.

“Hey Roe?” Becca said in a low voice. “You wanna be Lexa God Ma?”

“Bishhhhhhh whaaaaaaat?” Rhonda screamed in a high-pitched voice. “Are you freakin’ kiddin’ me girl?” She was so excited she smeared eyeliner across her face from whipping around so fast.

All Becca could do was fall back on the bed laughing obnoxiously.

“Oh he!! nah bit*h, don’t be asking me no s**t like that as a joke. Got me hype and shit.”

Becca pulled herself together. “Girl, I ain’t jokin’ wit cho a$$. I really mean it. You have been a rock for me and my kid these last few weeks. How many 25 year olds would give up sleep for someone else’s child? Yo a$$ know all of my secrets and you still fu*ks wit me.”

The new friends hug each other. Rhonda knew she didn’t even have to answer because they knew they rode hard for each other. The girls wiped away their tears, and touched up their makeup. Rhonda zipped Becca’s tiny black dress, holstered her pink Ruger to the top of her thigh and headed out to snatch money from only the finest ballers Cali had to offer. Trick till we’re rich was the motto, and these two were living by the code.