❝You're beautiful to me because you're human. Your frailty. Your short years. Your heart. All that suddenly seems more precious than anything I've ever known.❞
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"Well, this was stupid." I mumbled to myself as I realized I had no idea where I was or how to get back to my school's campus. Even living in the city of New Orleans my whole life, I had never been this area alone. My inclination to leave that house was more important than my common sense at the moment. Which I had seemed to be lacking an awful lot of these days. I pushed my jacket over my body as I continued down the street, cars passed me rapidly without stopping to ask if I was lost or if I needed help. "A payphone."
Walking over to the phone booth, I leaned against it as the young male inside was yelling loudly into the public telephone. Whoever had pissed him off was getting an ear full and even with my potty mouth I had never heard so many 'fucks' and 'bitches' in my whole life.
He slammed the phone onto the hook and he opened the door, eyeing me for a second before speaking. "Don't ever become a stupid ass baby mama." He requested of me before moving out of my way so I could enter the booth.
"I'll try not to..." I replied with a confused expression written across my face as I picked up the phone and placed a few quarters in the slot. Dialing one of the only numbers I knew without a phone book — Lesane's. "Come on, pick up." I spoke to myself before I heard his voice come through the receiver. "who this?" He asked before even saying hello.
"Well, hello best friend." I joked. "It's Zena, look. I need you to come pick me up. It's a long story." I said before I gave him a vague description of where I was. Miraculously he seemed to know the area and he proclaimed that he would be on his way and for me to stay in the phone booth. If he thought I was going anywhere else, he was the fool he took me for.
Twenty minutes passed and it felt like an eternity before I saw Lesane's 1978 Chevy Impala pull up in front of the connivence store. I had never been so happy to see that raggedy ass car. Walking briskly out of the phone booth, which now has a line of people outside it I heard a few comments of annoyance with me hogging up the space but I didn't care. As I made it to my best friend's whip, I noticed the body in the front seat. His girlfriend, Jasmine.
Reaching for the backdoor handle, I got inside and I spoke to the both of them. "Thank you, L. I really owe you one. Hey, Jasmine."
"Hey." She responded quickly and dryly causing my face to scrunch up, what the fuck was her problem?
"You know I got you. I don't know why you even played me over that nigga in the library today. I should've left your ass in the middle of the street but I ain't that type of nigga no mo'."
