Brenda?”
“Nothing much professor. What can I help you with?”
“Ah, do I have any mail?” I blurt out since that is the first thing that comes to mind. I am not really expecting to have any but the question serves its purpose.
She turns her back to me. “Let me check.” She walks over to the faculty mailboxes and searches for my name.
“Where is everyone?” I casually ask.
“It’s just me today. Cindy is out sick and Kelly has the day off,” she says, coming back to the counter with one envelope. “This is all you have for mail, sir.”
Damn, so this bitch really does have the day off? So is she really telling the truth about Qia being out with some nigga?! When I get to my office, I am going to call Kelly because I will tear Massachusetts up if some nigga is fucking with my wife! “Thank you,” I reply and take the envelope that she is handing me. I look at the front of it and instantly become curious as to who it is from. There is no return address on it, which is weird for mail that I get here at the school. “Have a great weekend, Brenda!” I say and turn to leave.
I hear my phone chime again as I am on my way to my office to close up shop for the day. I take my phone out of my pocket and see Kelly has sent me a picture message. This chick is really doing the most. I guess because I ignored her text about when we can fuck, she gonna send me some naked pics. I open the pic and see that it is a picture of Qia and Chandler looking quite cozy at the mall. I blow up Kelly’s dreams by letting her know that he is my brother, so she can stop thinking she hurt my feelings but the text she sends me back almost stops me in my tracks. O, because he's your brother means he ain’t fuckable? What kind of shit is that? It really got under my skin because he did look mighty comfortable with my damn wife and I done warned him way too many times. Qia is beginning to tread on very thin ice, as well because she never mentioned a word to me about going anywhere, never mind hanging out with Chan. This shit is starting to elevate to a whole new level of disrespect. If she wants to go to the freakin’ mall, I can take her!
I dial Chan’s cell number and wait for him to pick up. I am going to check his ass, real quick. He acting like he doesn’t understand that I will fuck him up if I have to. Why is he taking my wife anywhere without clearing it with me first? He knows the rules. Ain’t shit changed. His voice-mail picks up, which pisses me off even more. That’s okay. I will pay his disrespectful ass a visit this weekend.
I enter my office and sit down behind my desk. I place my briefcase on the desk and that is when I realize I still have that piece of mail in my hand. I sit down and rip the flap open with my thumb. I pull out a piece of folded up paper. I unfold the paper, and another small square piece of paper falls and floats down to my desk and lands with the plain side up. The glimpse I get of it as it is falling looks as though it is a black and white picture of some kind. I recognize the handwriting to be Anjela’s, so I decide to read what it says before picking up the picture. I quickly read the three-word sentence and process what it says: You da pappy.
I place the note on my desk and pick up the picture. I flip it over and notice that it is an ultrasound. I shake my head like no, this bitch is not doing this! What the fuck? I can’t got damn win! I don’t need all this extra shit right now. I ball up the note and throw it in the trash. I pound my fist on the desk. I’m not giving this bitch no money for an abortion and she ain’t bout to
“Nothing much professor. What can I help you with?”
“Ah, do I have any mail?” I blurt out since that is the first thing that comes to mind. I am not really expecting to have any but the question serves its purpose.
She turns her back to me. “Let me check.” She walks over to the faculty mailboxes and searches for my name.
“Where is everyone?” I casually ask.
“It’s just me today. Cindy is out sick and Kelly has the day off,” she says, coming back to the counter with one envelope. “This is all you have for mail, sir.”
Damn, so this bitch really does have the day off? So is she really telling the truth about Qia being out with some nigga?! When I get to my office, I am going to call Kelly because I will tear Massachusetts up if some nigga is fucking with my wife! “Thank you,” I reply and take the envelope that she is handing me. I look at the front of it and instantly become curious as to who it is from. There is no return address on it, which is weird for mail that I get here at the school. “Have a great weekend, Brenda!” I say and turn to leave.
I hear my phone chime again as I am on my way to my office to close up shop for the day. I take my phone out of my pocket and see Kelly has sent me a picture message. This chick is really doing the most. I guess because I ignored her text about when we can fuck, she gonna send me some naked pics. I open the pic and see that it is a picture of Qia and Chandler looking quite cozy at the mall. I blow up Kelly’s dreams by letting her know that he is my brother, so she can stop thinking she hurt my feelings but the text she sends me back almost stops me in my tracks. O, because he's your brother means he ain’t fuckable? What kind of shit is that? It really got under my skin because he did look mighty comfortable with my damn wife and I done warned him way too many times. Qia is beginning to tread on very thin ice, as well because she never mentioned a word to me about going anywhere, never mind hanging out with Chan. This shit is starting to elevate to a whole new level of disrespect. If she wants to go to the freakin’ mall, I can take her!
I dial Chan’s cell number and wait for him to pick up. I am going to check his ass, real quick. He acting like he doesn’t understand that I will fuck him up if I have to. Why is he taking my wife anywhere without clearing it with me first? He knows the rules. Ain’t shit changed. His voice-mail picks up, which pisses me off even more. That’s okay. I will pay his disrespectful ass a visit this weekend.
I enter my office and sit down behind my desk. I place my briefcase on the desk and that is when I realize I still have that piece of mail in my hand. I sit down and rip the flap open with my thumb. I pull out a piece of folded up paper. I unfold the paper, and another small square piece of paper falls and floats down to my desk and lands with the plain side up. The glimpse I get of it as it is falling looks as though it is a black and white picture of some kind. I recognize the handwriting to be Anjela’s, so I decide to read what it says before picking up the picture. I quickly read the three-word sentence and process what it says: You da pappy.
I place the note on my desk and pick up the picture. I flip it over and notice that it is an ultrasound. I shake my head like no, this bitch is not doing this! What the fuck? I can’t got damn win! I don’t need all this extra shit right now. I ball up the note and throw it in the trash. I pound my fist on the desk. I’m not giving this bitch no money for an abortion and she ain’t bout to
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