After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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Study hall hit different when your soul feel heavy. I had my hoodie up, legs crossed under the desk in the far corner by the window, tryna make flashcards make sense while my stomach did flips. Lunch time came, and I ain’t feel like the chaos of the cafeteria, so I dipped. Baby was actin’ up today, morning sickness lingerin’ like unpaid bills, and I was just tryna keep my head down.
Course, that didn’t last long.
Gigi, Erin, and Taylor came strollin’ in like they owned the damn school. Erin slammed her bag down across from me. “You lucky I love you,” she huffed. “You had us dodgin’ lunchroom drama just to sit here with your pregnant ass.” she joked
I smirked. “Y’all could’ve left me.”
“Nah,” Taylor said, poppin’ her gum. “We nosy. Plus, you been actin’ real ‘Lifetime movie’ lately.”
Gigi pulled up a chair, his curls freshly twisted. “Exactly. We tryna see if this episode got baby daddies, hidden siblings, or surprise weddings.”
I rolled my eyes, but the way my life was goin’ lately... they wasn’t wrong.
While I tried to fake study, Erin and Taylor started talkin’ low about their daddy. “He back again,” Erin muttered. “five fuckin years later."
Taylor scoffed. “Mama actin’ like he the second comin’. Smilin’, cookin’ every damn night, wearin’ perfume to the grocery store like she goin’ on a date.”
“I swear,” Erin shook her head. “We don’t trust him. Man been in and out our lives like a bootleg cable subscription.”
Gigi jumped in. “My grandma finally back to cussin’ folks out like her old self, praise the Lord. Which mean Demontae weird ass ain’t allowed over no more—dude been starin’ at me through the screen door like he a confused dog.”
I laughed under my breath, rubbin’ my stomach slow, feelin’ the tiny flutters that reminded me everything was changin’.
Then the devil, aka Kendra, came strut-walkin’ through the room like she was lookin’ for smoke. And of course, she found it.
“Ghenesis,” she said loud, voice bouncin’ off the damn walls, “is it true?!”
I looked up from my notebook like she had three heads. “Is what true?”
She tilted her head, arms folded, fake hurt written all over her face. “That you fuckin’ Zeus? Your brother?”
Everything got quiet. Even the clock on the wall sounded like it skipped a beat. The whole room went still, like the air was waitin’ on my reaction.
