Day Valentine

I watch Shana while I eat out of my big ass bowl of macaroni.

I didn't want this.

I wanted Taco Bell.

But, nahhhh, don't wanna have to beat a nigga ass.

Ron laughs at her.

He's been more friendly towards me since he caught me and Dimitri. I wonder why?

Shana grabs the pot of macaroni I made off the stove and sets it down on the table hard as hell.

She's always being an asshole to me.

You don't treat ya fam like that.

Especially when she knows I don't have no one else.

Ron gets my attention.

"Look, look watch this cuz," he says quietly.

He sits back in his chair. I adjust my new hearing aid.

I hate it. It's either too low or too loud.

"Fuck wrong with you?" He asks.

"Nigga don't start with me," she says.

I grab some pepper and slowly shake that shit in my bowl while keeping my eyes glued on the two of them.

"Why you being like that?"

She starts wiping the counter off with a wet dishrag. I start mixing my macaroni and smile at the sound.

Good pussy.

I grin to myself.

"I asked you a question," Ron laughs.

I start lifting the spoon to my mouth. Shana turns around and looks at me. I pause and look at Ron.

She looks at Ron.

"What?" He asks her.

I put my spoon down.

"What?" I sign.

She starts wiping the counters again.

I pick my spoon up and start eating again.

I'm just about to ignore her.

"Shana-Anne," Ron calls.

I look up.

Shana slams her fist on the counter and chucks her soggy ass dish rag at me. That heavy shit slaps me dead in the face and makes me waste the macaroni that was on my spoon.

"Fuck you Day!"

She knows.

I rip the bleach smelling cloth off of my face. 

"What the hell!"

I wipe my face with my shirt.

"What the fuck," I hear Ron.

I hold my hands out and look at Shana.

"You bother me!"

"What did I do?" I ask.

"He ain't do shit," Ron says.

I should slap her. My phone vibrates on the table. I pick it up.

It's Dimitri.

I look at his contact name.

Still have to change this shit.

"Me and Dimitri didn't have problems until you fought Amir."

From Daddy:

"I broke up with Shana."

My eyes get wide and my mouth forms into an O.

"What," barely comes out of my mouth.

I cringe at the sound of my voice.

It's not normal.

I hear all breathing stop. I look up from my phone.

Ron's straight face slowly turns into a surprised one and finally into a happy one.

"What? Am I tripping?" He asks.

I look at Shana. Her face is stale as fuck.

"When did that become possible?"

"I don't know," I sign nervously.

"Then who taught you that?" Shana asks.

You know what, I don't care.

"Mr. Marcello taught me," I sign.

"Oh shit," Ron laughs to himself.

Chill.

"Get out," Shana says and points her hand.

"What?"

"Get out!"

I look at Ron.

"Go to your room or do something," she says.

I furrow my eyebrows.

"No," I say while moving my hands.

"You ain't my mother and I'm grown..."

My phone starts buzzing like crazy.

"Day get up and get out of here! You so grown I'll kick your disabled ass out if you keep fucking with me!" She points to the kitchen's swing door.

"Shana he didn't do shit," Ron says.

I look at my phone.

From Daddy:

"I want to see you."

"I don't care," she says.

I get up and grab the whole pot off the table. I take the pepper shaker and stuff it in my pocket.

"You don't have to get up," Ron says to me.

I hold my hand out to him and glare at Shana.

I take Ron's spoon out of his bowl and leave the kitchen.

I can't deal with Shana anymore. Like we always have issues, and now they're about my teacher.

Well not really.

Well...

I don't know.

I know she doesn't know. She would of tried to kill me. It's happened before.

I open the door to my room and my shoulder gets grabbed.

"She doesn't know," Ron says.

A sigh of relief leaves my lips.

We go into my room; I set my shit down on my bed and take a seat.

Wait.

"Why are you keeping this from her?"

"Why would I tell something like that?" He asks with furrowed brows.

"I don't know," I sign.

"I don't know what I think about what I saw, but I'm not about to put you through more than you're already going through," he signs.

I grip my knee.

"I'm for real," he says.

"Thank you," I sign with my dominant hand.

He nods, crosses his arms, and gives me a curious look.

"Bruh are you and Dimitri fucking though?" He asks.

My eyes get wide; I hold my hands out towards him and shake them at him.

"No, no, no," I shake my head.

Ron laughs.

"Don't fucking ask me shit like that my nigga!"

"Look don't have me worrying yo," he says.

"Ron!" We hear Shana.

Ron drops his head.

"I swear she has to be the worse sister ever my g. I pay as many bills as she does around this bitch," he shakes his head.

He turns to leave, but stops.

"Dimitri got you speaking now?" He asks.

I feel my face warm up. I wave him off and he laughs to himself.

"Don't get yourself in trouble," I hear. 

Fuck that.

I look at the big pot on my bed.

I'm not even hungry anymore.

My phone vibrates in my pants and I dig it out. I read the name and get annoyed as fuck.

I change it.

From Dimitri M:

"Hmb lil daddy I know you reading my messages."

This guy.

I text him back.

To Dimitri M:

"Nigga you tripping."

From Dimitri M:

"Haha see."

Nigga texting back fast...

I feel myself about to smile, but I stop it.

From Dimitri M:

"Ima pull up if you not out there I'll just go home," he says.

To Dimitri M:

"How do you know I'm at home?" I text back.

From Dimitri M:

"Well are you?"

"Hmm?" I hum out in thought.

To Dimitri M:

"I might be out there."

Yoooo. I'm on my way to work like hell. I don't want to goooo. But yeah Shana a donkey 😂. I fucks with Ron though. Please vote and comment. Shana? Ron? Day? Dimitri?