JinXeD🔱 {Book 2}

Part 23: Wake up call

|{TJ & Harlem}|
|{Mid-Season Finale 1}|

Before TJ left his gramps house four days ago, the man had told him the same thing uncle Ring had said that one time, that TJ should talk to his papa if he was hanging out with a boy. He was confused as shit at this point, because is it that his papa had a special 'how to fuck with a boy' handbook, or what? He was beginning to believe that all the parents around him just had recycled thoughts that sounded profound but didn't mean shit. Because what the fuck?

Qani was borrowing TJ's bike for the day so Amaru was going to give him a ride to school, but first he had to at least try asking his papa what all the weirdness was about.

But after searching around the house for ten minutes, the only person he was able to find other than Quila was a pissed off looking Qani, who was beating the shit outta a punching bag in the gym. "Where's apa?" TJ asked his older brother.

Qani shrugged but said nothing.

"And dad?"

Qani shrugged again.

TJ sighed and turned to leave, he wondered if this was how annoying he came off whenever he did that to other people.

He was half way out of the room when a thought stopped him in his tracks. Qani had been a mess the past three days and TJ knew he was suffering inside. Normally TJ would not give a flying fuck about his brother's temper tantrum, mostly because he had at least two a week, but after the brief narration that Rio had gave TJ the previous day of what had happened between them, TJ knew this wasn't one of those, yet he had no idea how to help Q. This kinda shit wasn't in his wheelhouse.

TJ cursed under his breath cos he knew he wasn't fucking tripping when he told Qani he hated his boyfriend a couple months ago. One tended to pick up on a lot of below the surface vibes when you listen more than you speak.
TJ knew within the first three minutes of meeting that snake ass nígga that he was a fake ass bitch.

He hovered by the doorway for what felt like eternity, thinking of something helpful to say.
Why was this so fucking difficult?

"What do you want?" Qani finally asked between punches, as sweat dripped down his body.

"You're not gonna kill yourself or nothing after i leave, are you? Cos I don't wanna hear dad's mouth." TJ commented.

That wasn't so bad as far as helpful comments went, was it? Nah that was mad helpful, he assured himself proudly.

"Go to school, I'm good."

"You look like shit." TJ countered.

Qani stopped long enough to chug down a bottle of water, then went back to abusing the unsuspecting punching bag. Lord only knew who's face he was imagining that to be.

TJ knew he should just turn around and leave, after all he had his own confused emotions to deal with...yet he couldn't stand seeing Qani like this, it messed with the 'strong' and 'protector' image TJ had of him in his head. And TJ liked his shit in order. So he made another attempt at helping his brother. "Instead of hiding out here feeling sorry for yourself, how bout you go out and try to fix the mess you made."

"BACK THE FUCK OFF JUNIOR, you don't know how I feel!" Qani snapped, standing still for the first time in hours.

If TJ was surprised by the venom in Qani's voice, he hid the reaction very well.
"I might know a little about how you feel Q, I have my own sh..."

That did it. "Oh yeah? Did you lose your best friend?" Qani all but snared.

TJ rolled his eyes at the exaggeration. "You didn't lose anything, and he ain just your best friend though, is he?"