Harlem POV:
“Harlem is time to wake up” I heard my mother voice.
I sit up, and rub my eyes, once open I look out the window to see that we was parked us in front a red brick two-story house. I got out of the car and look around. I see that the neighborhood looked distant, but it was nothing like being back at home, where I grew up and missing Jason. I’m never thought that everything will come to this, I’m still in disbelief.
“Come on, let’s go look and get this over with” my mother said.
I nodded, Jessika and I follow my mother as she led the way towards the house. My father stood by the car; I believe he was waiting on the movers. My mother took out the key from her purse, she places in the key hold and unlock it. When the door open, we all walked in we walk around until we step in the living room there, I notice the walls was white, it had a mental piece right along with a fireplace. Also, there are long red drapes covering the windows.
Next, we all enter the dining room, the walls are white also, there a chandelier light hanging in the middle of the room. The space was a nice size that you can fit a table and some chairs in. The last part we look at was the kitchen, the walls was yellow. Also had a kitchen island in the middle of the floor, from the look of everything it seems kind of cozy. But it doesn’t make up for leaving our own home behind.
“What do you kids think?” my mother asks.
“I guess it’s o.k. I would rather go back home,” Jessika stated.
“ I know baby I feel the same way too, but what’s done is done we cannot keep crying over spill milk. So let just find a way to adjust to the new situation.”
“Ok, I will try mom.”
“What do you think Harlem, you are quiet?”
“I just wish that we did not have to move, it’s my fault that I put us all in this predicament- “
“How many times that I have to tell you it’s not your fault? Harlem you did what any other person would have done, you kick someone ass.”
“I know mom, I still feel that if I did not do that, we will still be happy living in our home. Jessika will still hang with her friends, and you mother will decorate the house, and spending time with auntie.”
“Harlem mother right it’s not your fault, let just accept that we are somewhere new. It’s not the end of the world” Jessika said.
“Ok if you both say so”
“Enough with this emotional stuff, you two go upstairs and pick out your rooms”
“Ok” Jessika and I said in unison.
We walked out of the kitchen searching for the stairs when we found we headed up. After looking around for ten minutes we pick out the rooms that we wanted. There four bedrooms I choose a room that had blue and white painting on the walls, with hardwood floors it seems to be the second biggest. Jessika room was just as I expect, it girly with purple walls, and black carpet on the floors.
Once we settle with the bedrooms, we headed back downstairs. When we reach the first floor, I wish we could had stay up. we hear our parent arguing and it was a heated conversation. Jessika and I looked at each other went into the living room. There we could see both standing there facing each other.
“ Braxton you have done some stupid things in life, this here is the dumbest of them all. Why did you buy this house without getting it inspected? we could live in a death trap without even knowing about it?”
“ I told you Felicity, I had to do what I had to do since we had to leave town in a hurry”
“You made that decision for all of us, we did not have a say so, you call yourself a man? You let asshole drive us out of town because you were too much of a coward to stand up to him. Let’s tell it like it is, you could never be a real man.”
“I had enough of your nagging and complaining just get over yourself, and deal with the situation now. It’s done stop dwelling on bullshit, it’s in the past now excuse me I must go talk to the movers” My father said leaving out.
After a long day we are finally move in, I finally got all my stuff in my room organize. I went downstairs, once downstairs I headed into the kitchen to see that my mother was cooking. I could still see how upset she is, it hard for all of us to adjust to our new environment. I could see that it still hurt her from it, my mother wanted to strong for me and Jessika.
“Mother do you need any help?”
“ No I’m fine in here dinner almost done, just go out in the dining room make sure I set the table up”
“ OK” I walked out.
At dinner it was silence only thing you can hear utensils hitting the plates, the silence was killing me so I spoke “The food is wonderful mom”
“Thank you honey, I try my best”
“Harlem, Jessika you two will start school tomorrow, Principal Foley already sent your school records over to the school” My father said.
“How did he know where to send them?” I ask.
“ I told them where to sent them”
“ So you planned this all along?”
“ I had to act fast on it?”
“ Figure” I mumble as I continue to eat.
When dinner is over, I clean up my mess, and headed into my room, got myself ready for bed. I pull back the blanket got in the bed; I lay there for a minute thinking about what tomorrow will bring? “I hope it will be a good start” I said closing my eyes.
Treasure POV: I woke up late, trying to get myself ready for school, my reason for oversleeping is because I came home late from working my new job. I got a job working at that sleazy motel that ten minutes from my house. It’s the one that running the prostitution operation. My job is simple I clean the rooms every time the prostitutes finish with their Johns, I also clean up around other places. The owner Dale, try to preserve everyone that he is running a legitimate business. We all knew that was now true thanks to the mouth of the south, not only that everyone always see the same women taking different men inside their rooms. Dale motel is a run down place it looks like it have been fix in years, everyone knows about Dale, even the kids that goes to my school because if they are looking for a place to have a good fuck. Dale motel is the place to go, because Dale ask no questions the only thing he cares about is making money. I think back on that day I enter his office lookin
Harlem POV: The car ride was silence as Jessika and I sit in the back seat, while our parents are in the front. There nothing to be said about our situation my mom, Jessika and I are unhappy about how things turn out. My father on the other hand feel that this is the best decision that ever happen to him. I already know why he feels that way because of the affairs he had with women. My mother knows nothing about it, I want to tell her so bad I knew what it will do to her and I did not have the heart to tell her back then. But now I’m trying to find a way to tell her, either way it goes, it going to hurt her in the long run. I don’t want to be a bad son that kept secrets from my mother. Even though I feel that I’m protecting her, but in reality, I’m hurting her more, and that not fair for her to believe that her marriage is sacred. My father has a lot of nerve to do this to her, he knows that I know about the multiple women that he is messing around with because I caught him co
Treasure POV: When Ms. Green told the guy to introduce his self. He spoke that when I found out his name was Harlem. He was not a bad looking guy he stood to be about 6’3 medium built short black curly hair, and brown skin. From his appearance he look like he have this bad boy image about him. I could see why the girls are drooling over him, he carry himself like he don’t have a care in the world. Ms. Green told him to sit by me, and he nodded waling over the enemy seat by me. I could see the girls have not taken their eyes off him. Its only going to be a matter of time before Harlem get suck right into the trap of popularity. When that happen Alana and her girls will dig their claws into him, I would not be surprised right now that they already planning out how to seduce him. It’s not my place to say anything, I just hope that Harlem is smart enough to see through the bullshit. I looked up in front of the class and pay attention to Ms. Green lesson. It was the end of the
Harlem POV: I woke you an hour early, getting ready for school. I did my routine shower, brush my teeth and put my clothes on. I was ready in 20 minutes, I gather my red hoodie and my bag and headed downstairs, the moment I enter the kitchen I wish I could just turn back around. There was my father sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I looked around to see if my mother was present, before I could say something my father spoke.“ If you are looking for your mother, she is not here. I will take you and Jessika to school this morning.”“ I will rather walk, you can take Jessika to school” I said going into the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water and a pear.“ Look Harlem, there no need for you to be walking to school. I mean you are familiar with this town yet”“ I can manage, I walked home by myself yesterday I know where the school is at. Excuse me I have to get going”“ When are you going to get over this bullshit ass attitude?”“ Excuse me?”
Charmaine POV: I can’t believe it, I have the hottest boy in my room, and I’m giving him head right as we speak. I hoped that I could get his attention, I became happy that he shows up to my party. Once I’m done sucking him off, I need to come up with a plan to make him mine. I know he told me he not looking for a relationship, but a girl can try. I want to be by his side, and I can get the attention to be honest I’m tired of being in Alana shadow. She always makes it seem that we need her to become popular, also she thinks the world revolves around her what a bitch. I only say around her because she able to get us in to underage clubs, and also giving the best weed that money can buy. Alana thinks just because her father has money that she can do whatever she wants. Unlike her father who only got rich because of a lottery snitch off ticket. My father earns his money by working hard each day, he started from the bottom and work his way up to success. My father deserves every
Alana POV: I hate to admit that I’m jealous of Charmaine, it's true that Harlem is sexy as hell, he is sexier than Jackson. I could tell that in no time Harlem will become popular, and I need to have him by my side. I’m tiring of Jackson, I’m getting bored with him, the only reason I kept him around is because of the sex, now that getting boring now he always wants to do the same old boring position and that the missionary position, he always got to be on top just to prove his ego. I have to admit Treasure was right about Jackson having no brains at all, and it took her to say it to have me realize what kind of air head that he is. I don’t see no future with him at all. I need to try something different, since Harlem is brown completion, I believe that his dick is much bigger than Jackson I will have to find out for myself. I could tell that Charmaine had interest in him, I don’t care because I cannot really stand her, I don’t even know why I pull up with her? I remembe
Treasure POV: To my surprise I knew it was only a matter of time that either Alana or one of goons was going to dig their claws into the new boy. Those heifers are honey trappers, all they do is seek the most eligible boys then they lure them in their trap once they are in it’s no going back. I can only imagine what Charmaine did to get Harlem. It’s not my problem all I can do is shake my head, Harlem do not know what he got himself into. I mean he not a bad-looking guy, he looks a lot better than Alana brainless boyfriend who I found out name is Jackson. I can already tell that Alana is attempting to make a claim on Harlem, even though Charmaine have claim as hers. I can already see that this situation is not going end well, this is your typical high school drama. When do anything be normal? High School is like a completion everyone for themselves it either you win or lose. The way I see things is that you have four years to spent here, that enough time to learn people and
Harlem POV: I was sitting at a table in the cafeteria, typing on my phone to Jason, letting him know I miss him. He was telling me how things was at my old school he inform me that Preston no longer attend the school anymore because he got caught in some mess. That his father could not get him out off, Jason told me it had something to do with a girl. According to people they said that Preston either attempt or rape a girl. No one could get the facts right because there so many rumors going around, but in all I’m glad that prick is getting what he deserve I wish I could had been there to see the look on his face. I was still texting, when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. I looked up to see three guys wearing letterman jackets and their hair was slick back. If I was to guess they had to be on the football team. I wonder what do they want? From the way they look, they seem like airheads with no brains. I know the type, the popular jocks who have all the girl