3. Ari
I walked inside the school and was on my way to call Ci when I ran into my friend Mike.
He and I have been dating for a lil while now.
I know he was about to give me an attitude just off the way he was looking at me.
I wanted to be stress-free for the exams I was about to take, but I could already feel my stress levels rising.
“What’s up, Ari? Why you never called me back last night?’
“I’m sorry, Mike. I was really busy trying to study for this exam.”
“Yeah, you say that shit every time you don’t do what the fuck you suppose to do, Ari. The shit getting old!” he gritted.
“What do you want from me, Mike? I have been busy trying to make sure I fuckin’ graduate,” I said, looking at him.
I could feel my stress turning into anger, and that shit was rising by the seconds, and I was about to let loose on his ass.
He knew how I could get and cursing his ass out was on the horizon.
When it came to me and Ciera, I’ve always been the one to light a bitch up.
My attitude has always been on fuck you, if it’s fuck me cause what we doing.
Ci is the one that tries to talk things through with somebody she’s beefing with.
If we’re beefing bitch that means we beefing forever!
I truly get that attitude from our mom because she was the same way at times.
There wasn’t too much shit that we were going to take from anyone.
“You know, you shouldn’t have gotten a man if you don’t have time for him. I’m already not getting any ass, and now you can’t spend time with me either. Maybe I need to find a bitch that can do both!” Mike yelled at me.
I couldn’t stop the next thing that happened. I hauled off and punched him dead in his shit.
“You punk bitch, who the fuck you talking to? You know what, Mike; you right, don't waste no more time! Lose my damn number!” I said and marched off, mad as hell. Mike was yelling my name through the halls of the school as I ran into the nearest bathroom and cried my eyes out. No one understood the pressure I was under between my home life, and school. My mom has been acting funny for the past few months and barely helped me out while I was in school. If Mike couldn’t understand what I needed to do, then fuck him.
How could he bring up me not giving him sex?
Yes, I was still a virgin, and I would continue to be one until I found the right man worthy enough for me to give my all to.
I remember having the talk with my sister and when she told me that she was still a virgin and why she didn’t just give herself up to just anybody, I respected it.
So, I set the same standards for myself.
I’ve gotten so many fucked up views regarding my virginity.
Shit like you to dam old to still be a virgin, bitch if you wanna give yo pussy up that’s on you.
I’m not judging. But Just because my standards are different from yours doesn’t give you the right to judge me.
The fuck. Fuck Mike! Eventually, I got myself together and went to my class.
“Thanks for joining us, Ms. Voss,” my professor said, and I gave her a look that said, not today, bitch.
My professor was the worse. It was like she had it out for me, and I couldn’t understand why.
“Sorry, Professor Kassom, it won’t happen again!” I said with a little too much bass then plopped down in my seat.
Today just wasn’t my damn day! I can’t wait for this weekend to get here.
All I wanted was for my last year to be stress free, so I could get my degree.
I was going to work and continue my education until I got my doctorate.
I wanted to be a doctor, and open my own clinic, and I was gone do that shit.
I’ll be so glad the day my classes is over.
Looking at my phone light up for the hundredth time, it was Mike texting me and apologizing for how he treated me earlier.
Fuck Mike! I’m done with his bullshit. I have too much to focus on right now, and if he don’t understand that oh well.
I have always been able to pull any man I want, so for him to act crazy about my decisions is on him.
I was one hundred and forty-five pounds with mocha colored complexion, gray eyes, thirty-six-D breasts, a flat tummy, and an ass that was perfect for my body; not too big and not too small.
As I was walking out the door to call an Uber to get home, somebody bumped me and knocked everything in my hands to the floor.
“Say the fuck excuse me!” I yelled.
“Damn ma, I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going but watch yo’ mouth shorty; you don’t know who the fuck you talking to, have some damn decorum,” the guy said.
“I don’t really give a damn who I’m talking to, witcha rude ass!” I said as I was standing up, coming face to face with this rude ass nigga.
I wanted to lay the fuck back down on the floor, butt ass naked, and give this fine nigga all I got. I was really just talking shit, but no lie if I was throwing the hot box out like that, he could get it.
The Lord wasted nothing creating this fine ass man.
He had to be about six feet, with a caramel complexion and light honey-colored eyes.
His hair was on that Odell Beckham swag, and his tattoos seemed to be all over the place, from what I could see.
This negro was fine as fuck, looking at me with a mug on his face.
“I’m Zel. If you don’t know who I am, you better find the fuck out, and soon!” he spat and turned and walked away.
I didn’t even have time for a comeback. I gathered myself, turned to order my Uber, and headed home. The Uber ride got me home in no time. When I got in this house, my mom and her boyfriend was sitting at the table, talking and her ass was all smiles.
“Hey Ari, how was school?” she asked, being nice, which was surprising.
“It was good, mom. How was your day?”
“It was good, no complaints.”
“Hey Ari, how you doing?” Mark spoke as he looked at me all fucking weird. I never liked Mark; it was just something about this dude that had me not feeling him at all.
“Hey, Mark,” I spoke and headed to my room. A few minutes later, somebody knocked on my door as I was getting ready to change my clothes.
“Come in!” I yelled. My mom came through the door and closed it back. “Hey, we need to talk.”
“Hey, mom. What’s up?” I asked.
“I just wanted to talk to you and your sister about something,” she said.
“Ciera should be walking in any minute now, so we can talk then,” I said to her.
“Okay, I will come talk to you both when she comes in,” my mom said.
I heard the front door shut, so I assumed it was my sister coming home, and that was confirmed when I heard her speaking to Mark.
“Mom! Ari!” Ci yelled out.
As she was coming down the hall, my mom opened the door and peeked her head out, so Ci could see that we were in my room.
“Hey y'all, I got some good news! I got a promotion to manager at work today,” she said excitedly.
I was happy as hell for my sister.
“Yessssssss, that’s what’s up! I’m so happy for you. Now we got a reason to celebrate this weekend,” I said.
“Congratulations,” my mom responded all dry.
Like what the fuck was up with her and this new attitude?
“Thank you, guys. I’m so excited!” My sister looked on top of the world, and she so deserved all the good coming her way.
Ciera looked out for me on so many levels.
Making sure I had clothes and money in my pocket while I’m in school.
My mom seemed to not have as much income since she let one of her jobs go.
It was hard for me to find work and keep up on my studies, so I would save most of my refund money just in case I needed something.
However, it was time that I found a part-time job.
“Ladies, we need to talk,” my mom said, interrupting my thoughts. Ciera came in the room and shut the door behind her.
“What’s going on, mom?” I asked her.
“As you both know, Mark and I have been dating for a few months now, and we love each other,” she began.
Ci and I looked at each other, and then back to our mom so she could continue, but I didn’t like the way this conversation seemed to be going.
“Well, I might as well just say it, Mark is moving in with us,” she blurted out. Ciera jumped up so fast, obviously not liking what my mom just spit out.
“Hell no! He is not moving in here with us! Ma you just met this guy. We don’t even really know him yet,” Ci spat. Obviously pissed at what she was hearing.
“Ciera, now you just wait one damn minute. You don’t tell me who I can and can’t have in my home. This is my shit and if I want him here, then dammit he will be here. Now I know you girls are not fond of Mark, but he makes me happy and this is what I want!” she yelled.
“Well, mom, I guess you made your choice so why even come talk to us about it?” I asked her.
“Because I wanted to give you both enough respect to let you know what was happening.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t like it. The guy acts funny and is always staring at me and Ari. If we are not comfortable, how could you let him stay knowing that?” Ciera asked her.
“Ciera, you and Ari are grown, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to live here!” she screamed.
“Oh really?” I said, finally having enough of this bullshit. I have never disrespected her, and don’t plan on it today but what I will do is speak my fucking mind.
“Mom, I’m still a student and I don’t have much money, so it hurts to hear you say that we can leave.
Yes, we are grown, but I never thought we would have to make a choice like this, especially coming from our own mom.
You’ve never treated us like this, and have always been a loving mom to us.
But to be honest, I've seen a change in you since you started dating this dude,” I told her.
“I still love y’all, but that doesn’t change the fact that this is my shit and he’s moving in.
Now if you don’t like it, then like I said you girls are grown and you can move out and get your own place.
Ciera you should’ve been gone anyway.” she looked over at Ci, and I swear I wanted to beat her ass because what the fuck!
“Fuck it!” Ciera said, leaving the room.
“Ciera, you will watch your damn mouth in my shit!” My mother yelled.
I walked out of my room and headed for the door. And as I passed the living room, Mark was sitting on the couch, smirking, with eyes full of lust.