"I should've known better, can't even pretend like I don't want it again."
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PARIS SYMERE LEDÈ WINSTON-SALEM, NC.
—1 Month Later —
"What the hell is that?" I asked and Key just cheesed holding up a container.
"Tarantula." She shrugged sitting it on the counter. "My teacher said I'm taking care of it."
"No you're not. Taking it right back to the school." I made a face. "Not having that stuff in my house."
"Why not?"
"Because that's an insect and insects belong outside where they're free to do whatever they want."
"But I wanna keep it." She frowned and I sucked my teeth.
"If you keep it then keep it in your room and only in there because I don't want anything to do with it. Go put it away that's one ugly bug." I shooed her off and she ran towards her room.
Yeah, most definitely stepping on that tonight when she goes to sleep.
Chase came out of the bathroom with a scrunched up face while rubbing his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I got something in my eye and I can't get this shit out." He mumbled.
"You think it's an eye booger?"
"This not no fucking eye booger. I can't even see this shit, I can feel it though." He said and I walked over to him and grabbed his face moving it lower to me. "Why you being so rough wit' my face?"
"I'm not, squat down a little bit." I said and he bended his knees a little. "Which eye is it?"
"The one that I was rubbing." He spoke in a duh tone and I made a face.
Well then excuse me.
I opened his eye a little and started to blow in it for a couple of seconds before I stopped and he stood back up straight. "Stare at the ground."
"The fuck is that gon' do?"
"I don't know but my old teacher told me to do that, I guess it's gonna fall out."
"Yo' teacher is a dumb ass." He mumbled but he ended up staring at the floor.
"She wasn't a dumb ass, you're a dumb ass." I told him as Key came back into the kitchen.
