Chapter 3: Later On That Night...

“Jermaine”

I swear, it is hard playing basketball and trying to keep my grades up. But hey, if my dad could do it, I sure as hell could. I have a twin brother named Jeffrey, but we call him Jeff. We look so much alike. All I hear in the hallway is “Hey Jeffrey” but I reply back “I’m Jermaine” cause niggas always confusing us with each other. But, damn. Ya’ll, I got the finest girl, well in the ninth grade. She just right; I’ve always wanted to settle down but, I just couldn’t find the right girl. And now that I’ve found Ashley, I just hope we can last forever. Damn I sound like a punk, but she got a nigga sprung. I got a rep as being a dog, but fuck it, if you call yourself a bitch, that’s exactly how I’m gone, treat you. See, Ashley is different. She carries herself like a lady; she dresses nice, she got a lil’ hood in her, but she keep it cute. Then she thick! Let me stop, haha.

“Aye, you finna take your shower right?” Jeff asked, walking inside my room.

“Nah, you can go head. I gotta call Ashley.” I said, picking up my iPhone.

“Damn, Jae, she got you sprung aint it?”

Shit….

“Nah, she just the right one.” I said.

“Well, just don’t break her heart like you been doing with these other females. I can tell Ashley into you, and she just ain’t after your money.”

“Aight bro.”

I scrolled down my contacts and found “lil boo” and texted her. A real man should always start the conversation first.

“I miss u” I sent out, nervously. I just hope I’m not rushing things.

My phone vibrated.

“I miss u 2” she said.

I gained courage, and called her, expecting her not to answer.

“Hello?” she answered, in her sexy voice.

“Wassup ma?”

“Nothing, watching 106 and Park with my sissy. What you doing?”

“Nothing, thinking bout you.”

There was a pause.

“That’s sweet.” She added.

“So, tell me about yourself. Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Well, I got a dog! And her name is Cherish. We rescued her from hurricane Katrina. She’s a beagle, and when we got her she was just a little pup.”

“Word?” I said glancing at my mother’s poodle. “I- Well my moms got a poodle. She seven in dog years.”

“How old is she in human years?” She asked laughing.

“The hell if I know.”

“Moosie come down here and help Meghan set up the table for dinner” I heard someone say from a distance.

“Okay ma!” Ashley yelled.

“Mooskie?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’s what my fam call me.”

“Oh.”

“Well bae, I’m finna eat some Lasanga. Want me to save you some?” she asked.

“Nah, I’m allergic to cheese.”

I could hear her laughing through the phone.

“How the hell you allergic to cheese? Chesse is in EVERYTHING!”

“Damn, I know.”

“Aight boo. Imma just save you some of my mama’s peach cobbler. This shit so good.”

“Precate it.”

“See you tomorrow bae.”

Click..