I said, reaching up to hit the snooze button.
Mom left my room to finish getting ready for work. I waited for her to close the door behind her before I pulled the covers back over my head. Soon after that, I heard my phone ringing.
“Who the fuck calling me this early?” I said to myself.
“Hello… Boy…”
“Huh…”
“Are you up?”
“I’m ’bout to. Give me a minute…”
“Oh my god, Hype. You’re supposed to be picking me up this morning, remember?
“Give me like ten minutes. Aight?”
“Aight.”
I hung up the phone and sat up in my bed. My girl Camille was my ride or die, and right now she needed a ride. We grew up together, and we were always close, but I never thought of me and her being more than friends. That was until early last at the park. I mean, the way she looked in them boy shorts and that look in her eyes was like seeing a shooting star for the first time. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. My honey sexier than all mother nature boy! I don’t know what my homeboys got into that day? But ever since then, she’s been my heart. But there is one slight, slight problem…
It’s been six months that we’ve been together, and she still ain’t let me hit yet. But it’s got to be real love, right?
So anyway, I got up, brushed my teeth, counted my blessings, and got dressed. Thanks to my brother, Cash, I’ve been Polo’d up and Bossed down with endless money to run through. I’m talking about leaving the house every day with at least a few stacks. I put on my black Hugo Boss fleece zip up and my black 993s. I grabbed my peacoat and stepped out.
“Aight. Love you, Mom,” I said as I kissed her forehead.
“Aight baby boy. Love you too. Be safe,” Mom said.
“I will,” I said.
When I stepped outside, I saw my man Black up the street, talking to this freaked out chick from around the way named Cherry.
“Yo Black!” I yelled out with my hands up.
He put his hands up and pointed down at Cherry. I started laughing and walked around the front of my whip.
“Strap up, nigga!” I yelled out as I went to get in my car.
I drove off and saw Black walking off with his arm around Cherry. I couldn’t help but laugh on the inside after watching them dip off. See, me and Black, we’ve been brothers since the sandbox!
On my way to pick my girl up for school, I stopped by at the 7-Eleven to get some Gatorades for my game tonight and some Skittles and headed straight for Camille.
Beep! Beep! Beep! I waited for a little while. Beep! Beep! Beep! I sent her a text, and about ten minutes later, she finally came outside.
She sat in the car with a pout on her face.
“Wassup with you? What took you so long?” I said.
“My dad! He wants to be a drill sergeant this morning, talking ’bout how my jeans are too tight. I had to change my clothes three times just so he could get out of my face,” Camille said.
“Damn, babe. I wouldn’t want to let you out the house either looking like this,” I said.
She then smiled. “I got something for you,” she said before she pulled a small black box out of her coat pocket.
“For me,” I said.
“Yes. Here, open it up,” she said.
I opened it up to see a gold and black Invictus watch with my name engraved on it.
“Babe! This joint cold!” I said smiling. I heard Camille laugh. “Ey young, hold up. You got my name,” I said before biting my lip. “Why you do all this?” I asked.
“That’s nothing, baby,” Camille said.
“This is a lot more than something,” I said.
I watched her face as her pretty skin turned into the color of a rose. I leaned over, and we locked lips for a moment in history.
The watch matched my chain and my whole outfit, too, so just know your boy was straight. As we pulled up to the school and walked in, everyone showed me love. I was already the man around the way because of how I ball on the court, and thanks to my brother, I’m paid now too. So everybody started calling me Hype. I guess it’s because my name was always in somebody’s mouth.
Me and Camille had to split for our first class. I gave her one more hug and kiss in front of her home economics class. Then I stepped up the hallway and posted in my normal spot next to the vending machines with my teammates, Phil, Tonio, and Pete.
“Where Black at?” Pete tapped me and asked.
“That nigga with Cherry burning her up,” I said.
Pete took a deep breath. “Might be the other way around,” he said.
“Welp, that’s the last time I’ll be smoking with him,” said Phil. Tonio and Pete all laughed.
“I don’t know why you laughing,” Phil said, pointing at Tonio.
“Aight fellas,” Tonio said before stepping off toward his class. We all busted out laughing.
“Naw nigga,” said Phil. “I saw you with her last week catching the sloppy thirty seconds,” Phil said, laughing as we continued laughing too.
Tonio chunked the deuces as he walked up the hallway.
“You better burn your sheets. That nigga would split,” said Phil.
“He called me the other day to pick him up from the clinic, talking ’bout he went to get some free condoms,” said Pete.
“Ain’t no way in hell he hiked all the way up there for some condoms moe. I would’ve gave him some condoms if he needed to,” Phil said.
“Like shit,” said Pete.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Dog, I’m telling you. Cherry ain’t stopping ’till she fuck all athletics. I’m talking ’bout the swimming team, the hockey team, the soccer goalie,” Phil said.
“Man, do we even got a hockey team?” Pete said.
“This bitch need some goals,” I said.
“Yeah, that joint cold bruh!” Phil said, noticing my watch.
“Yea my shorty got this for me,” I said.
“Shitting on these bitches,” Phil said.
I started
