I woke up and went to school and at the end of the day, you will never believe who was there. Troy.
While my nigga Trice and i is was walking out the building to her car, i see Troy. Trice is whipping it so she takes me home sometimes. But Troy was sitting in his car waiting on his niece Angel to come out. It wouldnt be so bad if we didnt have to walk past his car to get to trices car, but i decided that i needed to take another route.
"Trice im bout to go that way" I said as i was pointing the opposite direction we were walking.
"For what?"
I had to think quick, "Because i need to go ask Michelle soomethin rite quick. I will just meet aight."
"Aight."
So i walked over to Michelle, in the opposite direction of Troys automobile, and kind of sneeked while doing it so that he couldnt see me walking. I walked up to Michelle, made up a question to ask, and i started to finish my route. They way i was going made me able to walk behind Troy's car at a distance. I made it Trices car safe.
I could not let Troy see, i am supposed to be turning 19 this year, and graduted from highschool. If he was to see me, my whole cover would have been blown. He would have A. asked Angel who i was or what grade i was in, or B. he would have called me over there himself and would have confronted me. I would hate for that to happen. Troy is too good of a money giver aka Sugar Daddy to lose. Atleast this soon.
"That was a quick question."
"Yea i know, but by time i got home, i would have probably forgot."
"Oh. Am i taking u home or to your moms house."
"Moms." I wouldnt mind seeing Daren again.
When we pulled up to my moms house, i told Trice bye and got out of the car. I knocked on the door but Daren answered.
"Whats up Raine."
"Where my mom at?"
"She at work. You aint know she worked overtime?"
"Aww yeah i forgot. She get off at 7 dont she?"
"Yup."
"Well, ima just chill here to she come." It was only 3 something when i got there.
As i walked in the house, Daren and I gave each a friendly hug and walked in the living room. I sat on the couch and he sat on the lounge chair.My little sisters got out of school at 3:45 pm and thier bus came at 4: 30 pm.
"I can go get my sisters from the bus stop when the bus comes."
"Aight thats cool with. I knew there was a reason why i always liked you." He said with a little smirk on his face.
"And there was alot more where that came from.But anyway, i talked to Chrissy."
"Aw fareal, when?"
"Yesterday, why aint you tell me she was pregnant?"
"It must have slipped my mind."
"I bet. So you live here now?"
"Well its not official, yet. I am basically here everyday but, i still have a home of my own."
"So i take it that you and my moms are getting along prety well."
"Yea i guess you could say that. She is kind of like a older version of you."
"Wow. I didnt know that."
Its kind of hard not talking to Daren about our past, because we ha ve never talked about it. But i managed to refrain from bringing it up, and i wont talk about it to him unless he starts the topic.
I waited until 4:20 so i could go pick my babies up from the bus stop. I love them lil girls so much and they love me the same. When they saw me witing, they ran off the bus right into my arms. Before going back to my moms house, i took them to the Dairy Queen that was around the corner from where my mom lived. I saw that baddie from the party with 2 ice cream cones in his hand. I walked up to him so i could spit some game.
"What's goin on?"
"And you are?"
"Aw i take it you dont remember me then?" I said trying to look all sexy.
"Uhh no. Where could i remember you from?"
"It doesnt matter." Damn i done messed up already. I should have known he wouldnt remember me, plus it was dark as hell.
"So do you live around here?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Naw, but my girl does"
"So do you come out here often."
"Whenever i go to her house."
"So i will see you around wont I"
"Maybe. Maybe not"
"Awww ok."
"Look, next time you tryna holla at somebody, dont try so hard." He said that and winked at me as he left out of Dairy Queen and into the car with his waiting girlfriend. I felt shitty as ever. He played the fuck out of me and i dont like it. This one never gets played, whether you got a girlfriend or not.
I got my sisters what they asked for and walked back to my moms house. I changed my mind about waiting for her because all that was going to do was make me more tempted to talk about things that didnt need to be talked about at this point of time.
Tommorow is my last day of finals and school. I got home, checked on my grandma, grabbed something to eat and went upstairs to my room. Troy began calling me. I ignored it first because i thought he was calling me about today. He called back and i took the risk and answered it.
"What's goin on" I said hoping and praying he wasnt about to say he saw me earlier.
"Nuttin, what you doin'?
"Bout to watch tv."
"Oh. Well i got some work so if u tryna sell some, lemme know and i will give you some."
"Hell yea i want some. How long you gon have it for?"
"As long as you want it baby."
"Ok well how bout till friday cause school will be out so that way i will have more time on the street."
"Aight baby gurl. All you gotta do is some good lovin' and you aint gon have to pay me for it."
"Oh babe thats sounds good to me. When you tryna do this."
"Oh no baby, you are goin to owe me every day starting on Monday and ending on Thursday. If you see how much im giving you, you'll understand."
"Well damn. You know one day im goin to stop all this."
"Yea right Raine you said that 5 months ago and aint nothin changed."
"Foreal."
"Well, i gotta go. See you on Friday."
-click-
Dear Diary,
Do i want to give up my ways. Hell no, i dont. I just dont want to be treated like a dirty crack head prostitute either. I dont know what feeling came over me, but maybe it was the way he said it, but it hit me that im basically nothing. Money has really overpowered the love of my body. I am not sayin i want to stop being on that papaer chase, but maybe i am prostitue like. And that is definitely not what i want. Maybe one day i will be legit, and still fuck whoever i wanted to from time to time.
Do i want money?-Yea
Do i want to have sex?- Yea
Do i want to be treated like a prostitue- No, but if thats the only way i can make money, then fuck it. Let me stop complaining, because there aint gon be no nigga thats gon jus sweep me up off my feet. Plus all the good ones are taking.
Sincerly,
Raine
Text From: Troy
Was u serious bout wat u said
I had to text him back pronto.
Hell no nigga.
U no i was jus playin wit yo ass
lol.
Love ya!
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