Hated By Many: Confronted By None

It was hot as hell in this small ass apartment and I couldn't take the fucking heat. I took the magazine from the living room table so I can use it to fan myself since the window wasn't providing any air. I sat down on the sofa fanning myself as I stare into space.

There was nobody home but me. My brother was at work, my sister was...well who knew where my sister went, and my mother was on a date with that good for nothing man. I know I should be more supportive and happy that her ass finally got a man, but damn out of all the man in this hood she chose his ass. I can't stand him he always telling me what to do like I'm his daughter.

I remember the first time I met him. I just arrive from my friend chica house. As I walk in the apartment. The first thing I saw was him. He was sitting in the couch with his feet on the table watching football. At first I thought he was one of those crack head on the streets. He had on a white stain shirt with a gray sweat pants. He was bold and dark skin. When I Close the door shut he turned around and smiled showing his white teeth. He was staring at me admiring the little outfit I had on. Half of me felt uncomfortable and the other half didn't care. I was wearing a white tank top and a black mini skirt that showed off my long sexy legs. I had on my big silver hoop earring; my long black hair was in a ponytail. I knew I look good. I couldn't blame the guy for staring.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked looking him up and down. He looked at me with a shocked than laugh. Just as I was about to repeat myself my mom comes in sitting down next to him and gave him a kiss. Right then and there I knew it was the guy mom was talking about. I stood there with my mouth wide open. All my mom did all week was brag about how fine her new man looked. I'm standing there staring at a man who could be flavor flave twin. As I started to walk to my room he asked me to get him a glass of water. I looked at him like he was crazy. I mean he must be crazy if he think I was going to get him a glass of water. "You got legs" that was the only thing I said to him before I turned around heading to my room. I knew mama was mad at me for being rude, but why should I get him water? He's not my guest. My mom invited him here so if he wanted water he can go ask her.

"I just can't stop" my phone rang bringing me back to reality. Why the hell is Jamal calling me? I still got an hour to get ready before he comes to pick me up to send me to the salon. I wanted to look fly tomorrow for the first day of school. Than later after I get my hair done we're going out since today's the last day of summer.

"Hello" I said answering my phone.
"Hey baby" Jamal said putting a smile on my face. I just love hearing his sexy voice.
"So why you call?"
"There's been a change of plans. I can't spend time with you today, but I can drive you to the hair salon."
"What's so important that we can't hang out?" I ask trying not to lose my cool.
"Destiny called she-"

"You're canceling our date for that bitch?" I ask cutting him off.
"No it's not like that. She needs me to do her a favor"
"A favor?"
"Yeah she wants me to watch our son." I couldn't believe this man. He's canceling our date for that broad and their retarded ass son. "Her ass can't afford a babysitter?" This time I was really starting to get piss. "Look Jasmine I don't have time for this, plus I said I'll drop you off to the hair salon." I wanted to tell him I didn't need him to drop me off but I needed a ride. "You think just because you're going to drop me off to the hair salon I'm going to be happy?"

"No but I expect you to be thankful. Your ungrateful ass." I could tell he was losing his cool too but I didn't give a shit. "Thankful for what?" I yelled. I know it's to damn hot to be yelling but this fool is getting on my last nerve. "Look Jasmine I don't got time for this. We can talk about this later." Before I could say anything he hung up. I tried so hard to hold in my tears. I was not going to cry over this fool. I he wants to spend his day taking care of a child that look shit like him then that's his problem.