Y'all need to read closer because the translations for the Patois is most definitely, without a doubt, right after it. It may not always be in plain sight- actually it is. I'm not giving translations.

Sometimes I wanna spoil things for y'all, but I can't... A few of my friends know a lil sumn, though.

I left a very important hint to future events in the last chapter.🙃 Sad to say that nobody caught it.
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Kaseem

I watched as Vanessa paraded around the kitchen of my apartment, getting stuff to put on the dramatic ass sandwich she was making for herself.

She had just come from class and wouldn't stop complaining about how hungry she was despite the fact that we were about to go eat within the following two hours.

Vanessa somewhat moved in with me, and was still somewhat living with her people. She was at my place most of the time though.

I lived about forty five minutes from where everything goes down. It was a lil drive to get to my place, but I ain't mind; especially with the shit going on with the Jamaicans.

Behind this lil facade she was puttin on, I could see her pain. Vanessa was stressed out because she couldn't handle the disappoint from her people but I was trying to keep her sane, especially while she was carrying my child.

My child.

That sounds foreign as hell.

I never expected to be having kids, especially this young. That's what happens when you think pullout game is stronger that what it really is.

Like what are they gonna look like? Lord please don't let 'em be like me because I was bad as hell when I was younger and I have no problem fighting bad kids...

Nobody really knows but when I first met Vanessa, we agreed that we were just supposed to be about sex and nothing more. I wasn't one to trouble women with the double standards, respectability politics, and other shit because everything that a nigga can do, they can too.

So we started messin around. But a whole lot faster than I had hoped, I started catching feelings for her  crazy ass. Every time one of us even thought about talking to somebody else, it was a problem. I constantly pushed away from her because like a typical nigga in the streets, I ain't wanna be tied down.

When her parents caught us outside of their crib, that was the icing on the cake. Me being me, a nigga who just don't give a fuck, I was nonchalant, yet respectful, when I approached them.

The lil dinner was somewhat of a success. That same night though, me and Vanessa got into a lil argument about some chick from around the way that I used to fuck with.

I gotta stop talkin to this crazy ass woman was the only thing running through my head while she yelled my damn ear off.

But no matter how hard I tried, I always ended up back in the bed with Vanessa.

That was the problem though.

We fucked to solve our problems. I mean, the shit is life changing, but our relationship would never be able to progress because sex was our coping mechanism.

The communication between us can't even be described because it's nonexistent. If there wasn't a child involved and a possibility of losing it because of her stress levels, we'd probably be arguing about dumb shit from sun up to sun down.

People always say Omg two crazy people in a relationship is lit asf. and all that other bullshit, tryna be cute for Twitter and Tumblr.

It's really not, though. When you got me, somebody who is mildly bipolar and got the traits of a jackass running through my blood, and then Vanessa who done dealt with so much shit in her past that she's scared and don't wanna show her true feelings about anything, it ain't lit.

But when you have two people who are dealing with their own demons that wanna actually give love and establish something, that's when the shit gets even more crazy.

I'm willing to try, though.

"That shit better be good." I looked up from my phone where I was texting my momma who was trying to convince me to come organize her closet, and to Vanessa who was smacking on her sandwich like it was goin out of style.

Her head snapped in my direction and she had a disgusted look on her face, "It sure as hell is. Want some?"

That sandwich did look good though while I'm being a hater.

Nodding my head, I reached my arm out thinking she was really gone break bread with a nigga, "Yeah, lemme get a-"

"Boy if you'on get ya duck ass on somewhere. Ole hungry ass."

I watched with a mug on my face as Vanessa did that ugly ass laugh, smacking her leg and all that extra shit.

"That's why you paying for ya own food tonight."

"Okay and? It's only big banks over here son!"

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"Girl why you never ready," I groaned, walking towards the back of the apartment.

"I am ready but this light is too good to pass up."

I stood back and watched as Vanessa opened up snapchat, took a picture and deleted it before repeating the process four more times. Finally she was able to take a good one, added the black and white filter, and then put it on her story.

Her face had that beautiful ass pregnancy glow that I always heard people talk about but never thought I'd experience on my own. Her makeup looked good too, but that wasn't shit new since she wanted to be a professional MUA.

She honestly looked fine as hell in all of the pictures she took but I wasn't gonna tell her that so she could go off on my ass and then point out every single flaw that only she saw in her face. I did that shit once and was exposed to the Vanessa beneath the sarcasm, craziness, and attitude.

Even though she was a hot ass mess, I was too and I fucked with the realness. There's always two sides to a person.

"Send that my way," I spoke, following Vanessa to the front door so we could leave.

"The picture," she questioned with her head all in her phone. I started to trip her ass just to be mean but then I remembered she was carrying my child.

"Yeah."

"You got it dude," her goofy ass spoke like Michelle from Full House with a big smile on her face.

After opening her door and making sure she was good, I jogged over to my side of the car before getting in, buckling my seatbelt because I ain't tryna die, and starting the car.

As I was about to pull out the parking spot, my personal phone vibrated. I took it out and looked at the notification from Vanessa.

Da Dramatic Kid👑
iMessage

I may be reckless as hell, but I don't really be on social media like a lot of these stupid ass dudes that wanna tell the whole world they slang dope. That's the easiest way to get caught up. On occasions, I show my face.

Sliding the notification to the right, I put my thumb on the home button and my phone unlocked. After saving the picture to my gallery, I opened up the Twitter app and started a new tweet.

"Never met somebody so much like me."

I ain't tag her because I knew if hatin ass people started saying rude shit, she was gonna be wildin on Twitter. They'll thank me later.

Glancing over to the driver's seat where Vanessa sat scrolling down tumblr, I figured it was a good time to catch her rude ass off guard.

Starting another new tweet, I clicked on the camera icon before choosing to do a video and positioning my phone so that both of us could be seen. I could see her lil pudge too. 2 Phones played in the background.

"Baby."

"What, lul hoe," Vanessa replied without even looking up, making me let out a slight laugh.

"Gimmie kiss."

She put her left hand up, still scrollin and clickin shit with her right, "It ain't free."

"What I say," I questioned with a frown on my face, slapping her thigh.

Her dramatic ass jumped, knowing I ain't even hit her hard before starting to curse me out.

"Boy what the fu- oh hello Internet," she waved with a sheepish smile on her face after realizing I was recording.

"You gone give me a kiss?"

Vanessa rolled her eyes with smirk on her face before leaning in and kissing me like I was asking her to.

The two of us pulled apart, me biting her lip and her blushing.

"Always doin all that extra."

Vanessa grinned into the camera as I licked her neck before I stopped recording.

I typed out "I promise we gone be good.👌🏾" occasionally getting interrupted by notifications on the picture of Vanessa, posted the video, put my phone on Do Not Disturb, and sat it in the cup holder.

"What you tryna hear," Vanessa asked, reaching for the aux cord.

"Whatever you put on."

A few seconds later I heard Decisions by Cassanova and Malik Ali blasting through the speakers. This shit went hard.

The two of us just vibed during the ride in a comfortable silence, making conversation every so often.

Not even two minutes of reaching the city, niggas were recognizing my car and noddin at me. I appreciated the respect and all because I gotta use my status to get my shit together.

It ain't everyday that somebody has a decision whether they wanna continue to slang dope for the rest of their lives. My brother, who ain't want me in this shit from the beginning, was running everything where we from.

If that ain't a chance to make my life right, I don't know what is.

I'm not tryna be like Kane Thompson and in prison while my kids out here basically trying to provide for themselves and letting the streets do what I should be doing as a father.

Funny how when you really got somebody depending on you, you start to actually think.

Come to think about it, I shouldn't have ever went against what Kareem said and started fucking with them niggas on the corner. I guess I just wanted to prove I was man enough.

But that wasn't the right way to do it.
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This is the last time Kaseem or Vanessa have POV's in this book. I finished the cover to theirs earlier today. :)