𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐃 | [𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐁𝐎𝐘]

17

JORDAN CARTER.

"Oh!" I smiled jumping up down from the counter. "Let's go to the movies!"

I was honestly tired of staying in this house staring at these same walls everyday. If I didn't do something soon I am going to lose my shit.

"Let's buy you some crutches instead yeah?" Michael laughed as I mugged him placing a hand on my hip. Ugh I can't stand him.

"Let's go out." I said ignoring him while opening the refrigerator door.

"U-uh Nah y-you can go without me." I raised a eyebrow at his stuttering but shrugged it off.

"Are you sure?"

I heard him deeply chuckle before replying back to me.

"I'm positive Adonis. You go ahead and have fun."

"Okay."

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"That was a good movie." I agreed with Andy as we walked out of the movie theater.

"Where to next?"

Andy and I both smirked at each other before busting out laughing.

"I shouldn't have even asked." Andy laughed shaking his dreads out his face. "Come on nigga let's go!"

Time for some illegal shit!

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"Get your ass in that house Jordan!" My Dad yelled as I stumbled in the house sucking my teeth. "I can't believe you!"

"Damn nigga w-why you yelling?" I stuttered turning around to face him.

After the movies Andy and I went to some party that didn't end until three in the morning. I thought we were going to do something way worse that I wouldn't be able to remember tomorrow.

"Are you high?!" Dad yelled grabbing my cheeks squeezing them together while looking me into my eyes. "I should beat your ass!"

I may or may not have popped a pill or two and drunk some alcohol. Nevertheless I was still on cloud nine.

"I-I ap-apologize."

"Go to your room Jo Jo!"

I rubbed my head before turning on my heels stumbling up the stairs.

"Ah what a night." I let out a laugh jumping in my bed.

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Wincing I grabbed my throbbing head as I groaned in pain.

"Fuck!"

Quickly getting up from my bed but deciding against it when my head started to throb even more.

"Damn I shouldn't have done what I did." I mumbled shaking my head grabbing my ringing phone that I quickly silenced.

"Wassup nigga?"

"Nun much my black brother. Just trying to see if you're still alive after last night." Andy shrugged placing a blunt behind his ear.

"What did I do last night?" I asked laying back in my bed staring up at the ceiling.

"My nigga you won't believe it." He shook his head. "I'm still shook."

"Is it really that bad?"

I placed my fingers in my mouth as I nibbled on them because it something I do when I'm nervous.

"You fought two dykes and we both got sent to jail." Andy shrugged again twisting his hair up.

"I did what?!" I asked yelling but soon wincing at my throbbing headache.

"You heard me." He laughed. "That was until your dad bailed us out."

Taking my fingers out of my mouth I bit my bottom lip in thought. No wonder my dad's white ass was turning red like a tomato.

"You know what." I paused trying to collect my thoughts. "Let me call you back."

"Wait hold on!" Andy yelled coughing as I mugged him grabbing my head. "So no more white people parties?"

"Nigga I didn't say all of that." I quickly shook my head no. "I'll hit your line later on though."

"Alright little nigga."

We disconnected the call as a knock was heard on my door and I let out a faint reply for them to come in.

"Your dad wants you." Michael muttered staring me as I turned my head away from his gaze.

"U-uh Okay." I mumbled as a slight smile played on my lips.

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2/18/18