Finding Yourself

IV

Keeylah Mason.

I was tired of getting mad whenever Carter didnt talk to me or ignored me. It was time to think about myself and how I portrayed myself. I ate a piece of biscuits and Dez went on about what we were bout to do this weekend aka tomorrow. "So.. you down?" Dez interupted my thoughts.

"Sorry, I wasnt paying attention. Whatchu say?" I asked. Dez smacked her teeth and I smiled.

"I was asking if you wanted to go to this new cafe opening with Carter and his friend." Dez smirked.

"Sure, I guess." I shrugged. Dez rose her eyebrows. "Im suprised, you arent jumping right now."

I smiled a bit. "I've noticed that maybe I should calm it down a bit around school and quiet myself down."

Dez looked shocked and looked around. "Am I talking to the Keeylah Mason? My best friend?" I smacked my teeth. "Foreal? Damn." She started clapping her hands. "Good f*****g job, Key." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah whatever. What are you wearing tomorrow?" I asked, changing the subject. Dez clapped her hands. "Yes, girl you know I gotta show out at this motherfucking place. How bout you."

I raised my eyebrow. "Im just wearing some sweatpants, a crop top and my mocassins, probably." Dez looked at me. "What?"

"Girl, you know damn well, you wearing them hoochie shorts and some bandeau." I rolled my eyes. "Shut the f**k up, Dezianne."

"Dont be calling me that shit." Dez said. I mocked her and then we laughed. This was our type of friendship and I loved it. A knock came, Dez said "Come In." . In walked, her mother.

"Hello Ms. Ashton!" I waved. "Hey, Keeylah. Hows yo mother." Her thick atlanta accent boomed. "She good. "

She nodded then turned her attention back to Dez.. " Dez, what yall trynna eat cause I have to run to work inna sec,"

"I dont care, mama. Leave whatever you got in the hot pot. We gon eat later."

Her mom nodded then waved at me. I waved back, then she closed the door.

T.I' ft Young Thug's About the Money started to flow into the room. I answered my phone, without bothering to look at the caller I.D.

Keeylah: Hello?

????: Hey, baby.

Once I heard that cracked voice, I wished I had read caller I.D. before answering this call.

Keeylah: Oh....Chuckee.

Chuckee: I would like if you answered my texts sometimes.

Keeylah: Ok... is that why you called?

Chuckee: No. I was calling to so you could remind your mom I'm gonna be there this weekend .

Keeylah: Then why the f**k are you calling me? Thats some bullshit, dont be calling me. Call my mother. 

Chuckee: Aye! Im still your father so-

Keeylah: No. More like a sperm donor. Now answer the question.

Chuckee: I... I wanted to hear your voice, Key.

Keeylah: Now you've heard it. I'll make sure to tell my mother. Now goodbye.

I hung up, not even bothering to hear him answer.

I locked my phone and looked back up to Dez. "Dad problems?" See, this is why Dez is the motherfucking real MVP.

"Yeah but Im good." I put my brave face on and smiled. She nodded then came over and gave me a hug.

Even your best friend knows when you are faking and this is why I f**k with Dez.

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Carter Thompson. 

I was lying on my bed, just reviewing my life and how much I f****d up in the past. I sighed and picked up my iPhone. I clicked on my messages and texted Dez. She was cool peoples and I was thinking maybe I should go a little softer on her friend.

CarterT__: Dez, you wit ol' girl? 5:30pm

Dez_The_Bad_b***h: yah. we chillen. y? 5:32pm

CarterT__: imma stop being a jerk to ol' girl. lol. 5:34pm

Dez_The_Bad_b***h: bout mother flippin time! when we go 2 da cafe shizz tomorrow. me && seiko can chill. while yall make babies. 5:36pm

CarterT__: lls nah. I might hit it from the back thoughhhhh. 5:37pm.

Dez_The_Bad_b***h: nah. im done lmfaaaao. Key lookin at me suspicous. 5:39pm

CarterT__: Tell her I said Wasssup. 5:40pm

Dez didnt reply but she read my motherfucking message. I hate when her dumbass does that but me and Dez's coversations be live, bruh. I laughed at Dez's goofiness and thought bout how I was gonna play with this off. All i really know about Keeylah really is that she fine asfff, she likes me and she promotes herself alot.

I mean I like her too to be honest. Dez knows that. But I dont like my female or any female for a fact to throw themselves out in the open. That s**t is hoeish and I aint about it.

I got up from my bed and decided to make some food cause all this woman talk was making me hungry asfffff . I went downstairs to meet my parents discussing some s**t or whateveer. I opened the fridge and took out some tacos leftovers from yesterday. My dad cleared his throat. Here we go. I thought. I turned around and acknowledged their presence.

"How are those grades doing, son?" My dad got up and smacked my back. "Good." I said curtly. "Ms. Nieves called me today and told me that you werent participating in class activities and you know how-"

I interupted him. "Yeah. Yeah. I hear ya." I took my taco and heated it in the fridge for a couple mintues.

My back was turned but I could feel my father glaring at me. I heard his footsteps descend backwards. As soon as my taco finished, my mom chirped up.

"Honey, you know me and your father want whats best for you."

"yeah." I took my taco and went upstairs.

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