Free Official Girl 4 by Charmanie Saquea Page A

MJ.”
                  “It something about them damn Jones boys,” I chuckled.
                  “I guess so huh?”
                  “But you never should be out there fighting over no boy, because at the end of the day, niggas will always be niggas. They will do what they wanna do until they get tired of playing around, and sometimes it takes for them to lose you before they open their eyes.”
                  “I know. It's like MJ wanted to keep us a secret in the beginning. He claimed he didn’t like everybody in our business, but the moment he seen me talking to a boy on the basketball team, he threw a fit. After that, he let it be known we were together.”
                  “So how long have you too been kicking it?” I asked.
                  “About four months now,” she smiled.
                  “Wow,” I shook my head.
                  “Yea, MJ is the first boy I’ve ever been with…besides my dad,” she said with her head down.
                  I reached across the table and lifted her head up. “You don’t have to be ashamed. I’m not judging you.”
                  “Thank you, at least I have someone I can talk to.”
                  “Of course, you can talk to me about anything.” I smiled.
                  My phone starting ringing and, of course, it would be MJ.
                  “Yea boy?”
                  “Ma, have you see Chyanne? I went by the house, but she’s not answering and her phone keep going to voicemail,” he said with concern in his voice.
                  “She’s with me, don’t worry. She’s in good hands. I took her out for a little girl time, if that’s alright with you.”
                  He laughed. “Yea that’s cool. Tell her to hit me up when y’all are done.”
                  “I will sweetie.”
                  After we hung up, I delivered the message to Chyanne and she smiled extra hard. I just shook my head at the young couple.
                  “Alright lil mama, let’s go.”
                  “Umm…I was wondering if I could come spend time at your house today.”
                  “Well, c’mon girl, you don’t have to ask.”
                 
MJ
                  I was looking for something in my pops’ closet for him when I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of a shoe box. Being the lil nosey nigga that I am, I took it out and read it. Apparently Kamil wrote my mom when she was locked up, talking a whole bunch of bullshit about how he’s heartbroken because she didn’t marry him; so he snitched on my pops.
                  By time I got done reading the letter, I was boiling. I understand that women become crazy as hell when they’re scorned, but did this nigga have to turn into a complete bitch? Especially when he knew what the fuck it was from jump, he knew my pops wasn’t going nowhere. Even when I was little and they broke up, my pops was still around, claiming his place. If Kamil was feeling some type of way about my mom getting married, he should have talked to her like a man.
                  I put the letter in my back pocket and left the room. I texted my Uncle Lakey to let him know I would be stopping by to talk to him about something serious. My dad was throwing a damn fit because Auntie Lani went back to Detroit. I don’t know why he’s so mad. I mean, she does live there.
                  He was yelling into the phone when the doorbell rang. I went and opened it.
                  “Hi Auntie Janae,” I said.
                  “MJ, how are you?”
                  “I’m good,” I said.
                  I walked over to my pops and let him know I would be back later.