Chapter 4 #2
True story, I was buggin’. Before then…I’d always pull out, because a nigga was scared of the outcome.
Scared of what my moms and pops would say.
But now? I honestly didn’t give a fuck. I’d be eighteen soon.
A man. And if I wanted to blast off in my shorty, then I would.
And if she got pregnant, then I could handle that too.
Cause when I was inside of Jahreiah, I knew that I was home.
And us procreating was inevitable. Whether it was in nine months or nine years, ma was having my babies.
***
My first few days at my new high school were cool.
I’d gotten familiar with a lot of students outside of school beforehand through Jahrae, JJ, and Jahlero aka The Braxton Boys.
So, there was no social awkwardness. It was understood that the student body was mostly comprised of either the upper-middle class or the flat-out rich.
And The Braxton’s basically ran the school, dating back to their oldest brother, Jahrein Junior.
Most of the kids there were vanilla. Lame as shit. And then the girls…they were super friendly. Black and white. Quite a few of them had asked for my Instagram to follow me…and I had to decline. Because everybody knew Jahreiah Braxton, including those girls.
It was…interesting to finally attend school with Riah.
I had always been around her in family settings, and now I was grasping how the outside world viewed her.
It seemed like the girls wanted to be her, as she basically had a entourage that followed her around campus.
Then the boys? I definitely had to practice restraint, as they were constantly openly lusting after her, like she was their favorite celebrity or some shit.
I knew that we’d have to go public soon, because there were a few of Jahrae’s associates begging me to pop ‘em, with the way they thirstily panted over Jahreiah.
“Nah, I’m not calling her,” a random black dude laughed, as he and his boy strolled past me in the hallway.
It was the end of the day, and most of the school was gone. I had intentionally taken my time. I’d driven my whip there, and I wanted to catch up with a certain someone without prying eyes. So, I was moving around solo, knowing that all The Braxton Boys played ball and were at practice.
Since I’d randomly transferred in the middle of the semester I hadn’t joined the basketball team, and honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
Big Jahrein had been insistent on the boxing thing, and I was entertaining it too.
So, I was supposed to meet him at their crib in about a hour.
But I needed to catch up with his daughter first.
I knew that volley ball practice was probably coming to an end, so I headed towards the gymnasium. Jahreiah was the team captain, so practice was mandatory for her.
As I rounded the corner, I once again saw the same two dudes that had strolled past me. They were now standing near the entryway of the gym, talking.
As I approached them, I realized that they were laughing with a group of girls…and Jahreiah was front and center.
Clad in black, tiny, Nike biker shorts, and a long-sleeved super-cropped hoodie that stopped just below her breasts, revealing a portion of her Nike sports bra, she was doing too much.
The skimpy attire obviously accentuated her immaculate shape, highlighting those sharp hips, thick thighs, round ass, and small waist. Her brown and blonde curly hair was flowing down her back, while those deep dimples were anchored into her cheeks, as she was smiling in those niggas’ faces.
I gritted my teeth, as I stood back watching.
Jahreiah stood out like a sore thumb, as she possessed far too much attractiveness for one girl.
Being that pretty and fine at the same time should’ve been against the fucking law…
because walking around like that was sure to cause violence and chaos. If you asked me, of course.
“Terry, tell Jahreiah how you only go to the volleyball games to watch her,” one of the dudes chuckled.
Terry shoved his boy. “Snitches get stitches, man. Besides, everybody comes to see her.”
“Aww, I think that y’all would make a cute couple,” one of Riah’s teammates cooed. She was a high yellow, short, slim girl.
“See.” Terry smiled. “Your girl knows what’s up, Jahreiah.”
Riah rolled her eyes. “Nah, she’s just talking.”
Terry huffed. “Man, why you gotta be so difficult? Just give me a chance—”
“Terry, maybe she already has a boyfriend,” another girl interjected.
Terry frowned. “Where? I don’t see nobody around here.” He glanced around.
“Yo, Jahreiah.” I stepped up. “Come’ere, ma.”
She whipped her head around to look at me, before stepping around the crowd.
“Jahreiah, give him my number,” one girl boldly urged.
Riah whirled around. “He’s not calling you or anybody else, Nia. Damn.”
Nia lifted her hands in surrender. “Okay, dang.”
“What’s up?” Jahreiah quizzed, as she turned around and closed the gap between us.
Not giving a fuck about a audience, I hooked a arm around her shoulder, pulling her in. “You know I don’t like that friendly shit.” I guided her away from the gym.
“I wasn’t being friendly,” she claimed.
“Well, that whole conversation went on for too long. You gotta shut these niggas down, shorty. Otherwise, I’ma get suspended left and right. Facts.”
“No you won’t.” She leaned her head against me, and wrapped an arm around my waist, as we traveled down the hall.
“Because I’m not letting you crash out like that.
” She lifted her head and gazed up at me.
“You just gotta get it through your head that you have nothing to worry about.” She reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me closer, before working her tongue into my mouth.
I could feel all eyes on us, as we made out in the middle of the hallway…and I guess that was our introduction to the school as a couple. And now, those thirsty niggas were officially on notice. Even as we were dragging our feet about telling our family.