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Well, thanks for leaving me some of Quinton's scraps mom. How nice of you to think about feeding your daughter first, I thought finally making it on school grounds. Jeremiah thinks I need put up with his shit? I have bigger things going on. Fuck him. Shit! Now I'm sweaty as hell on top of it all, I thought throwing my purse on the nearest bench and sitting down to catch my breath. It must be 110 degrees out today. This Texas sun beating down on my back ain’t no joke!
“ If you didn't wanna eat all you had to do was ask me to bring you back.” I heard from behind me. I was pissed! The least the nigga could do was let me drown in my sorrows in peace!
“ Look, Jeremiah, you said what you had to say and made yourself very clear. I don't need to hear anymore okay.”
“ Actually Mia I ain’t said shit but the truth. Get your act together. I do what the fuck I say I'm gon' do. I expect the same and no less from you. You the one that been fuckin' up not me. So don't act like I can't say shit to you about it. I have a right to let you know when I'm not happy about some shit you're doing the same as you do. Let me have come to you with the same lame ass excuse ...on more than one occasion and what would you think?” he asked walking around the bench until he was standing in front of me. I was already too far gone by that time. I just didn't want to hear a word Jeremiah had to say. This was just bad timing all around and I should have known better than involving myself with some guy. I need to finish school so I can get the hell out of my mama's house. I snatched my bag up and walked off.
“ Don't just walk off when I'm trying to talk to you Mia,” he said grabbing my arm.
I twisted my arm away from him.
“ Don't touch me, Jeremiah. Just leave it alone okay. Find someone else. I don't need you.” I said turning my back to him and walking into the school building.
Jeremiah stood there speechless.
I knew there was a reason I left high-school girls in high-school. Immature ass. He threw her food in the trashcan next to the bench and walked back to his car mad as hell. Fuck this shit! Fuck Mia.
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I went straight home after-school. I wasn't in the mood to do anything and I was mad at everyone...or better yet everyone was mad at me. I told Rayna about what happened with Jeremiah at lunch and instead of taking my side....she was 100% team, Jeremiah!
“ Hello?” I called out as I walked through the door.
Quinton and I had been getting along but I still wanted to know where his ass was! I called out several times and he never answered. I guess he's out with his friends spending his allowance I thought laughing. It was a damn shame. A few weeks ago I would have been mad as hell for my mom...not anymore! If she's happy so am I. My mind flashed to Jeremiah real fast and I was mad all over again. He acted like I did the shit on purpose! How do you get mad at someone for falling asleep? He's the one that sounds ridiculous! If he can get that mad at me about something like that ain’t no telling what kinda damn anger issues he has. After all, Jeremiah has been to jail before. Maybe it's a good thing he's showing me this side of himself now?
I made myself something to eat because I was starving. I'd missed lunch arguing with Jeremiah. Walking into the family room, I flipped the channel to BET to watch the latest videos on 106 and Park as I ate my sandwich. I zoned out watching videos for a while before finally just pulling my homework out and putting it on the oldies R&B channel to do my homework.
An hour and a half later I heard the front door open.
“ Mia?”
“ I'm in the family room!” I yelled out.
A few minutes later Quinton stuck his head through the doorway.
“ Whassup? How was your day” he asked smiling.
“ It could have been better. I'll live though.” I said.
“ Well damn what's wrong? Anything I can help you with?”
I laughed.
“ No! Boy problems. I'll talk to my friends about it...then again that didn't go so well earlier.” I said frowning. Rayna still hadn't returned my phone call or text.
“ You know I won't press you...,” Quinton said stepping into the family room, “...but I've never understood why women always want to talk about their man problems to other women? They should ask a guy. Men know how men think. But you women seem to think that's working for you! See how that works out for you!” he said laughing.
“ You do have a point,” I said. I didn't care if he did or not, we weren't on that good of speaking terms.
“Anyways, what do you want to have for dinner?” he asked on his way to the kitchen.
“ Well mom made you a delicious dinner I'm supposed to heat up for you and IF you don't eat it all up, she said I could have your crumbs,” I said sarcastically.
Quinton laughed as he walked into the kitchen.
* * B * *
I laughed all the way into the kitchen. Mia had one of this wry, sarcastic sense of humor...I fuckin' loved it! My cell phone vibrated, alerting me to a message. It was Terri.