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H . E. R  C H A P T E R 2

Christina In MM

•Jordan•

"Damn nigga you ain't got no food in ya crib." My younger brother Trenton rolled his eyes.

I chuckled before replying. " I know, I got so caught up with some bad, sexy girl at the market."

"So what that gotta do what you not having food my nigga?" Trenton sat on the couch next to me.

Trenton was the youngest boy of the family, so my mom always spoiled him. It was three of us, the oldest Queton that was thirty years old, a girl but no kids. Then me of course, then Trenton who was eighteen, no girl, no kid, just girls who he fucked from time to time.

"I was tryna get them digits my nigga. Fuck you mean? I was following shawty all around the supermarket and shit. I'm not even gone lie, I was being thirsty ass fuck." Jordan laughed.

Trenton mean mugged him before replying. "Nigga, that's not cool. Why you being thirsty for these bitches." Trenton shook his head.

"I'm telling mommy. She told you to stop calling these women bitches. I'm telling on you." I got up grabbing my car keys. I wanted to go to his mom house, because I know damn well she cooking. My mom loves cooking.

"Come on J, don't tell on me." I laughed and locked my door before going to my car, with him flowing behind me.

Last time my mom heard him calling a women a bitch she slapped him right in his mouth. She always taught us to respect women, but his dumb ass never listen. And she told him next time he called another female a bitch, it was gone be a problem.

"Fucking snitch." He rolled his eyes at me.

"Ion give a fuck." I shrugged my shoulders staring the engine.

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Within twenty minutes I pulled up to my mother house, that I had brought her a year ago. I can still  remember her tears of joy when I brought her this.

"You still ain't gone snitch right?" Trenton grabbed my arm, looking scary as fuck.

"Nigga I totally forgot, but now I'm snitching." Jordan hurriedly got out the car and ran toward my mom house, the door was open, and the screen door was closed.

He ran into the kitchen where he seen my mom, my brother and his brother girl, who name was Lisa.

"Mom Trenton called a girl a bitch."

"Who you call a bitch?" My mom turned the greens down.

"You know it's real once she turned he greens down." My older brother Queton instigated.

"Boy shut up." My mom threw the dish towel at him. "Ya ass always instigating a fight. I'm tied of you." Which was true Queton stayed instigating fights, but when we instigate fights between him and his girl, he don't like it.

"Now who you call a bitch?" My mom put her hand on her hip.

"Nobody." He sighed scratching his head.

"No games for a week until you learn how to respect women." My mom went back to cooking.

"I do respect women." He tried to argue back.

"If you did you wouldn't have called that girl a bitch." My mom stirred the greens.

He sighed and sat down. "Fucking snitch." He looked up at me and mumbled.

"What you say?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing man. Leave me alone." He got up and went upstairs.

"He mad at you." Queton laughed sipping my mom home made ice tea that everyone loved.

"Not for long. All I got to do is tell that nigga he can stay at my house for s couple of days, then he cool." Trenton loved staying at my house, I would let him do anything here, bring girls, have sex, smoke, eat up some food. I didn't care because he had his own room. At my mom house, she didn't allow none of that bullshit.

"Oh Lisa, you can't say hi to nobody?" I raised my eyebrow looking at her. "Acting like you don't see me."

She laughed. "I was gone say something but I didn't want to cut you off, you was having conversation with ya brother." She playfully rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Next time I come in here you better say 'hey Jordan' as soon as I step foot in this house." I smirked walking to my mom cabinets grabbing me a cup so I can pour me some home made ice tea.

"Boy whatever." She flipped her hair over her shoulder. Lisa was twenty seven and beautiful night I add. I always looked at her as a older sister, we would always play fight and play argue. She was the only girl my brother had that I liked. She was cool ,laid back, and funny. She was what you considered a homeboy, and that's why my brother went for her, well that's what he told me.

"Baby, can you go down to the store and buy me some more milk for this macaroni?" My mom sighed. She must of forgot to buy another carton of milk.

"You gone ask me as soon as I get a glass of home made ice tea. I'm chilling, come one now." I joked standing up.

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes. "Just hurry back."

I nodded and made my way to the store, which was about three blocks down. So I had to drive.

•Christina•

"These cramps are killing me." I sighed grabbing a soda out the freezer. My period decided to pop up this morning. I hated that. Now I had to leave my peaceful bed and buy some snacks, pills and tampons. Because of my fucking stupid period.

I went to the counter and paid for my things which came up to seven dollars. I loved eating snacks, and cuddling up in bed on my day off.

I walked out the store to see my ex Corey with a group of fucking clowns, who sit outside the store everyday. I hate when niggas do this. Get a fucking job.

"Wassup Chris!" He yelled to me. I ignored him and continued to walk across the street toward my car.

"Oh, so you ignoring a nigga now? Huh?" He shouted. "I know you miss this dick baby!" I rolled my eyes. I really didn't, he wasn't that big, and I never got to cum. So, no I didn't miss it.

"Bruh, don't look at the hoe, she ran the fuck down." I turned around, just to see who he was talking to. And it was Jordan. He was looking directly at me. I don't know if he believed Corey or not. I couldn't tell. God just kill me now. I hurriedly got into my car and pulled off.

I couldn't be more embarrassed.

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