Her closet was full, as always, with designer clothes that’d she’d bought over the summer, but there was nothing that was really catching her eye. Realistically she could go buy something new, even though her mother had told her to stop spending so much money. She hated that.
Isn’t that the reason you did all this shit, she asked herself bitterly, so you could buy yourself a car and maybe have enough money to get your own place and move the hell away from this bitch? How the fuck did you get stuck like this? You got a cheatin ass boyfriend, a controlling ass mom, and no real friends, cus everybody around you is using you for your money. And the only person who was ever anything anywhere near close to a friend to you won’t even talk to you anymore cus she knows damn well you stole her shit. Is this what you wanted?
Tears started to well up in her eyes. But she shook them off. Hell no she wasn’t gonna cry. She picked out a bright red top from bebe, her black rock & republics and her red j’s. Yea that was a cute lil fit, she thought as she went to get in the shower. This was gonna be a good night if it killed her.
She grabbed her laptop and got on myspace, starting leaving comments to all the people she knew in Portland except Ashley about a huge party going down at club zone in downtown Portland. She got about seven comments back from guys saying they couldn’t wait to meet her or they’d see her there or something like that.
Knowing that Patriece knew everybody in the city she called her up and instructed her to do the same thing. They were gonna take over the city tonight. Her boyfriend could work or fuck his side hoe or drive to sacremento or smoke till he didn’t rmember his name, she didn’t care. This was her night dammit. And hopefully somebody she met tonight knew Ashley well enough to go back and tell her what a wonderful time they’d had. That’d serve that little backstabbing bitch right. Ashley probably wasn’t doing anything this Saturday night but sitting in her room on her computer listening to old ass music and reading a book. She was so boring.
Back to thinking about Ashley, part of her mind thought, but she couldn’t help it. That little girl got on her nerves. What you think about you give power to, she repeated over and over in her mind, until she wasn’t thinking about Ashley anymore. And at that exact moment, her mother came into the room.
“Whitney where are you going?” She asked, looking around at the clothes that had been laid out on the bed.
“Me and Patriece are going clubbing tonight.” She responded easily.
“Not you’re not.” Olga said. Whitney turned to look at her.
“Why the hell not?” She asked. Olga took a couple steps closer.
“Watch your mouth young lady. Don’t forget that I’m your mother.” Ugly said in what was supposed to be an intimidating voice. Whitney almost laughed at her.
“Watch your tone, old lady. Don’t forget that if it wasn’t for me you’d still be living in a piece of shit apartment in Tigard.” And she walked around her mother, into the bathroom to go get ready to leave.
When Cynthia Barker Moore walked into her house on Saturday afternoon she walked in with a smile that almost wouldn’t let her get through the door. She called out to her husband.
“Jerome!!” Her voice carried through the house. He appeared at the top of the stairs, looking tired, with their sleeping three year old daughter Leanna in tow.
“Wat woman? You see this girl sleepin what you screaming for?” He asked grouchily. But Cynthia knew he was just tired, and that her news would cheer him up considerably.
“Arvon here?” She asked. He rolled his eyes at her. “Where else would he be? Its not like the lil nigga got a life, or a job, or a girl or nothing like that.” At this she grinned almost uncontrollably.
“He’s got a date with Ashley later on this evening.” She said. Jerome’s mouth dropped open. “A date with Ashley who?” He asked.
Cynthia laughed. “Ashley you was tryna get him to go to prom with on your birthday.” Now Jerome was smiling.
“I knew them two lil weird niggas was gone like each other.” He said. Then he called Arvon down from his room.
“So where you takin her?” Jerome asked when Arvon was halfway down the stairs. The young boy rolled his eyes.
“How do old people know everything?” HE asked, more to himself then his parents.
“We’re old, we ain’t got shit else to do but be in your business.” Cynthia chuckled. “So where you takin her?”
Arvon stared at the two, who were gonna gang up on him until he told them where he was taking her. He might wanna be nice and do what they said since he fully intended on taking the car.
“A bunch of my friends from the team are having a date night type situation and I needed to take somebody.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Okayyyy, but where are you going nigga?” Jerome asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Movies.” Arvon said, turning around and having every intention of leaving the room when he turned around again.
“But seriously how did you know I was taking her out?” he asked, generally confused.
“T, you raised the slowest boy in the history of slow boys in history, I’m telling you.” Jerome shook his head and opened the refridgerator.
“Ashley called Chris to ask if she could go out tonight so naturally Chris asked her where she was going, and she told her. So chris called me so I told Jerome.” Cynthia beamed at her son. She was so happy. Finally, her son was dating a girl that wasn’t stupid or stuck up or a hoe, or white. A good church girl, that sang in the choir and actually listened when the preacher spoke. What kind of mother didn’t want her son dating a girl like that?
Seeing his mother’s happiness he took this opportunity to drop the bomb.
“So can I take the car?” Arvon asked quickly. And Jerome shot straight up, banging his head against the top of the refrigerator.
“Hell no boy!!!” He shouted, waking up the baby. She started to cry
“Now look what you did.” Cynthia glared at him. “Yeah Arvon, you can take the car.” She said, and she walked upstairs.
“T!!” Jerome called after her. “What if I need the car?” She stopped, turned, and looked at him.
“What bills you payin?” She asked him quietly, and that was the end of the discussion. Jerome went in the living room to watch tv with the baby, Arvon went back up to his room to get ready, and Cynthia went to sleep, happy that her son had finally found a good Christian girl.
