Dark

4. No Heart- Jamal

Joe is up top! Curren$y

"So I see you like'em dark." Joe comments sitting on his porch smoking .

Locking my car up I walk over to his porch. A cloud of smoke surrounds me. "Can you inhale something instead of trying to look cool nigga." I say snatching the blunt from his hands.

Inhaling and ignoring his comment completely. "You smash?" He has a smirk on his face.

"Fuck no." I scoff.

"Good because more bitches finer at Edison that don't look like Grace Jones in a wig." He chuckles to him self and I hand him the blunt.

"You don't think she cute." I questioning more to myself than anybody.

"Not at all we been trying to Keegan and Lena to find some other female to tag along. She lame and don't talk at all and whenever she with us Lena always trying to get her to jump in the conversation." Joe sounds truly frustrated with the idea of Ray and I can't see why.

"You new too Jamal and I'm telling you, niggas will clown your ass and I know your don't care but shit it gets agg." Joes warns.

"Shit I know you and the first nigga that clown you fighting so avoid the situation all together." He inhales more smoke and takes a sip of some Arizona.

"I'll keep that in mind." I rise from the rocking chair on his porch and head over to my own house.

"Pops." I yell into our small shotgun home.

I hear coughing and turn into our tiny living room to see him smoking a cigarette with a beer on his lap.

My father is a mirror of me. Same eyes same nose same everything. Unfortunately,  I look exactly like my mom who dipped out when I was 8 she turned up dead strung out.

"Got some papers you need to sign." I say standing behind the chair he's sitting in.

"And my counselor needs to meet with you until I turn 18." I speak again to get no response.

"Pops?" I say trying to get his attention.

"Jamal sign that shit yourself and fuck that counselor." The volume on an old Sanford & Son reruns goes up.

"I'll sign the stuff but you need to meet with the counselor." My voice shakes.

"For fuckin what Jamal. Get kicked out these white people school and I'm getting a twic card and putting your ass on the boat to work offshore." He threatens.

"I'll graduate on time if you come to the meeting." I stress to him.

"Jamal I'm trying to relax after I been busting my ass so you can run around like a fool." My pops signals for me to leave and I do.

I don't know how I got so out of hand. I became a disappointment to my pops. I got kicked out of Central for fighting the principal. Then Tech for getting head in the middle of assembly. Which wasn't my fault I didn't ask her to do it. Then fighting, bringing a weapon to school a few times for smoking in class or in the bathroom. Destruction of property for breaking a computer. Breaking and entering. The final straw at my last high school a catholic school at that I got into a fight in the middle of mass.

To say the least Edison let me in because they were low on enrollment.  My pops wouldn't let me go at first but I was way too young to start working. That's all my life will be after I graduate working until I'm dead. Might get a wife have some bad ass kids.

I kick of my Jordan's and lay on my back. There's still some stars on my ceiling when that shit was cool. I can't fuck around this school year. I gotta graduate in May. I can't just be stool living with my pops until I get some trash ass house a few streets over.