Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
"Did you ever find out why she was being petty?" Chelsea asked me. "Nope. I don't care either. She has no reason to be mad whatsoever! She told me to talk to him. So when I get caught up with him, she wants to get mad." I say as we ride on the bus home. Amanda sat away from us. "You should maybe talk to her." Chelsea suggests. "I tried and her stuck up self keeps ignoring me. So I'm done." I say throwing my hands up. "Well. This is my stop." I say getting off the bus. "I think Imma go to your house today." Chelsea says getting up behind me. We get off the bus and start walking towards my house. "So how's you and your dad." I ask. Chelsea lowers her head. "Not our best." She says. "Still crazy?" I ask. She nods her head. "Last night he beat me for not coming home and fixing dinner!" She says. I stare at her. "You serious?" I ask. She nods her head. "Pitiful." I say. "Tell me about it." She says. "Sometimes I wish my mom were here." Chelsea says. I agree with her and we continue to walk to my house. As soon as we walk in my house, my phone starts ringing. It was and unknown number texting me. I looked at my wrist and then at the number. "Oh my god. Mason just texted me!" I say. Chelsea drops her books and runs over to me. We squeal in excitement. 
                          
MASON: hey bbyg 😍
                          
"What should I say back?" I ask Chelsea nervously. "Say. 'Sup daddy.'" She suggests. "Or how about a simple hi?" I ask. Chelsea sucks her teeth. 
                          
ME: hi 😋
                          
MASON: wyd 
                          
ME: hangin w/ Chelsea ☺️
                          
MASON: tru 😉
                          
ME: u?
                          
MASON: nun 
                          
ME: 👌🏾
                          
"He called you baby girl!" Chelsea says. We squeal one more time. "We've gotta celebrate the fact that you've finally talked to a boy!" Chelsea says. She hugs me. "And he's bad." She says. "Fiesty." She says throwing up cat fingers and saying 'rawr' at the end. I giggle. "I talk to plenty of boys." I assure her. "Yeah. As friends." She says. "Me and Mason are friends too." I say. Chelsea curls up her lips and looks at me. I smirk and pull out my homework. She pulls out hers too. "I can't believe you're gonna be popular! Then we'll be popular too!" Chelsea says. "I'm popular." I say. "Yeah. To two people." Chelsea says. We laughed and got started on the homework. All I kept thinking about was Mason.