I sat in the back of the classroom glancing at the the digital clock on my teachers desk. I had damn near been counting down the minutes. I was so ready to get out of class. I was going to my dad's house after school. The thought of stepping in that house against made my hands clammy.
I couldn't wrap my head around his thought process. How you go from being a family man for the last 18 years of my life just to throw it all away. Then have the nerve to parade around town with your new bitch in the same state. Niggas never ceased to amaze me, das included. I bounced my apple pen off my iPad as I chewed on my bottom clip. I was a nervous wreck. I knew of Tasha for years. Even prior the divorce. She had worked for my dad since I was little managing a few of his salons. I couldn't trust the bitch as far I could through her knowing what I know now.
"I don't know if I can do it" I said looking over at Zavi.
He knitted his eyebrows together "I can understand that but you don't know what he has to stay"
"True but at the same time I have nothing nice to say to him. You wanna just dip out cool, but leave me out of it"
"Well, I wouldn't say he just dipped out. He drops a cute lil' check in that account often. I've seen it with my own eyes"
"Zavi, you think a nigga dropping some money off equates to being a father?" I squinted my eyes as I leaned my head to the side
"We're talking about the same man that wouldn't miss a recital, a cheer meet, a daddy daughter dance. The same man that gave me a Rolex on my 17th birthday? The same man that funded and built my lash station in the garage? Literally disappeared like a ghost in the night. I feel like i'm mourning a mothafucka' thats still alive bro. It's been 2 years. Ask me how many calls I got from him. Hell, nigga couldn't call me on my birthday but yeah that check clears"
"No, boo I feel where you coming from I promise. I'm saying that same man that you think he has become has probably just been him all along. I dont know but i'm thinking of your problem. Did he kind of do the same shit to him? I't seems like whoever he's with is the role he focuses on. We both could be wrong though. Thats why I'm saying. Just go see what the man gotta say"
"Alright class, some of you are already half way through your required credits. Now I wanna talk about something leading to graduation" My teacher went into her lecture about things we have to do after completing our credits and going before the board. I wasted no time gathering my things after we got dismissed for class. We stayed quiet until we walked out the front doors.
"Hey you" I smiled at Justin as he reached out for a hug.
"Wassup' shorty. How you?" He asked. He reached out for my bag. I smiled as I unloaded my stuff on him.
"Im okay. I could be worse" I shrugged as I ended my sentence.
He rose his eyebrow "You good? You anything to do after this?"
"Nah, I thought I was going to run errands with my best but she somewhere with her nigga" I frowned. I hadnt seen Essence since her party last week. He the side of his cheek and nodded.
"Let me take you out then" He said as a smile spread across his face
"Huh? right now?" I questioned
"Yeah, why not?" He looked at me puzzled. As if we go out everyday.
"I mean I got something to do and-"
"Aw come on don't dub me. I hate rejection" He said cutting me off.
I stood there contemplating. I thought about what Kilo told me but honestly Justin was a friend and I had a couple hours before I had to meet my dad. I returned the smile.
