NiaJean leans back in her chair and dials
his phone number. He answers right away. “Hello?” She can hear the anticipation in his smooth voice
that sounds lower in tone than usual. She
smiles slightly. She tries to sound as
seductive and mysterious as she can when she answers him back. “Hey, sorry I didn’t make it to the phone in
time. I was in the middle of
something.” She grimaces because she
knows she’s lying as she tries to maintain her sexy demeanor. She leans forward on her desk and puts her
hand on her forehead as she awaits his response. “All good.
What you up to?” He asks. “Oh, not too much.” She answers then shakes her head and grimaces
again when she realizes she had just told him she was in the middle of
something and now she says she’s not doing anything. She hopes he didn’t notice her little verbal
slip up and becomes nervous.
She leans back too far in her chair and the
chair tumbles over as she falls to the floor.
There is a loud crash and she quickly puts the phone back up to her ear
as she tries to play off what just happened.
“Is everything ok over there?” He
asks with concern. She tries to retain
her composure by taking a deep breath. “Oh
yeah, yes everything is fine. I don’t know
what that was.” She rolls her eyes
because she’s so disappointed with her lame answers. She picks up the chair and scoots it under
her desk then walks over to her bed, sits down, leans back on one of her
pillows and props one leg up as she stares at the ceiling.
“When do I get to see you again?” He asks.
She smiles with excitement and snuggles further into her pillow and hugs
it with one arm as she readies herself for the conversation that is getting
ready to take place. “Well, I was
thinking…”
Right in the middle of her answer, the
doorbell rings. NiaJean sits up on her
bed then looks at the time on her phone.
“Shit” she mouths to herself. “Uh,
do you mind if I call you back?” There’s
a dead silence on the other end of the phone then an uncomfortable answer
follows; “Yeah, sure.” “I promise I’ll
call you back in a few minutes.” She
reassures him. He hangs up without any
further response. She looks at her phone
and frowns as she makes sure the call has ended. “That was not good,” she says to
herself. She takes a deep breath, “Oh
well, whatever.” She gets up from her
bed and walks to the front door.
NiaJean opens the front door and sees her gorgeous
butterscotch colored skinned mother with freckles on her nose standing there
holding a pink backpack in her hand with NiaJean’s daughter Sage standing next
to her. They are both smiling with
excitement. NiaJean looks at her mother
and smiles then at her daughter. “Hey love
bug, how was your weekend with grandma?”
NiaJean leans over and hugs Sage then gives her a kiss on the
forehead. Sage is a cute ten year old deep
caramel colored skinned little girl who looks like she could be NiaJean’s
twin. She hugs her mother and responds
with a big grin on her face. “Good.” NiaJean wraps her arms around Sage’s shoulders
and they begin swaying back and forth as they perform a playful dance.
Andrea, NiaJean’s mother is still
standing at the front door staring at NiaJean but her smile has turned into a
suspicious look. “So?” She prods.
NiaJean looks at her mother and squints her eyes at her as though she is
mocking her mother’s suspicious look. She answers with a question because she knows
her mother is being nosey. “So what?” “How was it?”
Her mother asks, still prodding.
“How was what?” NiaJean asks as
she makes a guessing game out of the conversation. Andrea looks down at Sage and tries to be discreet
then looks at NiaJean. Sage is intently
listening as Andrea mumbles through her teeth.
“The date.” NiaJean covers Sage’s
ears then pushes her towards the direction of her room. Sage begins walking to her room but pauses to
ask, “You had a date?” “Don’t worry
about my business. Take your stuff to
your room. And don’t just throw it on
the floor.” NiaJean replies. “Fine.”
Sage answers in a sing song tone.
Andrea stands in the entry way and
intently waits for an answer. NiaJean
can tell her mother is becoming impatient so she answers. “Well the other guy called so I didn’t go out
on the date.” “When?” Her mother asks. “Does it matter when? She replies with slight irritation. “You didn’t even give Shawn a chance did you?” Her mother asks in a disappointed tone. “Oh that’s his name, Shawn.” She says to herself then directs the next
statement to her mother. “Mom, can you
please stop trying to hook me up with your friends’ sons and nephews and
whatever else? I don’t have a problem
finding my own man.” She says. “I know you don’t, it’s just hard for you to
keep them.” NiaJean looks at her mother
and frowns. Andrea realizes she went too
far and prepares to leaves. “I better
go, let me know if you need us to keep her next weekend.” Andrea responds with a forced smile. “Ok, thanks.
NiaJean hugs her mother and stands by the door as her mother walks out. She is stopped from closing the door by her
mother’s words.
“Well, let me know what happens
with this guy who finally decided to call again. If that’s the kind of guy you want to deal
with then ok. He seems a little flaky to
me. And how many baby mamas does he have
like four or five?” She asks knowing the
answer. “Three. Mom, I need to get Sage settled in. She has school tomorrow.” Andrea gives her a Sage overview as she
stalls for more time to converse. “Well
she’s already eaten dinner and had her bath.”
NiaJean smiles at her mother and gives her the common answer. “Ok, thanks again.” Andrea rushes to get her last comment in before
heading to the car. “I’m just saying, that’s
a lot of drama.” NiaJean is very
irritated at this point and gives her mother a sharp reply. “Mom, I got this.”
She quickly closes the door
before her mother has a chance to say anything else then goes to Sage’s room to
check on her. She has already gotten in
bed and is fast asleep. NiaJean walks
over to her and kiss her on her cheek then straightens the covers on her bed,
turns off the light and leaves her room.
NiaJean finally settles back in, picks
up her phone and lies on her bed. She redials
his phone number and speaks to herself in a seductive tone as though she’s
speaking to him as she waits for his phone to ring, “Where were we?” She says as she tries to adjust herself back
to her earlier position.
The phone rings one time then a
second. NiaJean looks at the phone as it
rings a third then fourth.
No answer…
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