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"authorities have now expanded their search for the fugitive that escaped from prison just last week. the man the authorities are looking for has been involved in numerous counts of—"
"me estás prestando atención?" my mom asked, walking in front of the tv, completely distracting me from what i was thinking about
"yeah...yeah, i'm listening"
"so what'd i say?" she asked
shit.
"um, to take the meat out of the freezer?"
she groaned then turned the tv off before walking away.
i've got a lot on my mind, okay? this week has been a rough week, and to top it off, today we have our first scrimmage against our rival school. on that rival team is none other than kyah's brother, devon, who already don't fuck with me as it is since i'm beating his sisters cheeks.
which speaking of, my baby is finally coming home tonight. i can't wait to see her and beat said cheeks.
"i need you to drop this off at the post office tomorrow before you leave" my mom said walking back in, holding a brown envelope in her hand
"why can't you?"
she looked at me with a scowl before placing the envelope in front of the tv and walking away. i felt like that was a fair question to ask, given that the post office is on her way to work. why make me go out of my way?
i sighed then pulled my phone out, seeing that malik had texted me that he would be here soon to pick me up to go to our game.
i can't lie, things have been a lil weird ever since he basically came out to me. not on my end...not purposely at least. it's just...he's malik. he's fucked more bitches than i've ever spoken to. how can he be...not straight. i mean i know it's possible, but still. it's hard to believe.
regardless though, i haven't said or done anything to make him feel any type of way about it. i meant what i said, i honestly didn't care. but i'd be lying if i said it didn't make me look at him a lil' differently. not in a bad light, but just differently. you can't blame me for that. all my life i've believed he was one way. now he's another. it got me thinkin' about every interaction we've had, trying to determine if this is something new or something that's been our whole lives.
if so, why am i only now finding out about it now? we tell each other everything. did he not trust me enough to tell me? if so, then why now? and were there signs? should i have figured it out myself? he's never not once mentioned a guy before. i've never caught him lookin' at one in that way, he's never given hints, nothing. that closet was made up of reinforced steel and hidden behind titanium.
i was once again distracted from my thoughts by the sound of honking. i looked at my phone to see that it was only 5:19pm. we still had a good hour till we had to leave.
