They call me BB aka Boy Buffy12

….“This shit is a sign” I accidentally said out loud as we opened up the front door and the windows letting the clouds of smoke pour out of the house. It turns out Brandon’s little sister really couldn’t cook those damn noodles. She put the pot of water and noodles on the boil then went in her room and started watching that Hanna bitch on Disney. Sometimes when little girls acted all ghetto, and grown like she did you forget they’re still just little kids. As we all (including Brandon’s sister) stood outside letting the house air out I finally said “well this shit was allot of fun” trying to be a major ass. “I’m out” I said as I headed to my car over the whole thing when Byrd ran to the other side of my car waiting for me to unlock the door. “Where you going nigga?” I asked honestly not wanting to have anyone in the car with me not even him at this point. He told me he wanted me to drop him off at the bus station on my way “nigga you don’t know where I’m going” somewhat lying so he would get of my car. “O my bad bro you aint going home?” he said sounding truthfully sorry. This was my chance to lie, get him out of my car real quick. I thought quickly finally decided to just suck it up and give the boy a ride. I don’t know why but I couldn’t even look at Byrd it was a mix of embarrassment and anger. Where this anger was coming from I really didn’t know but it was really messing with my stomach causing my face to show discomfort. “What’s wrong with you nigga?” he ask sounding like he really didn’t want to know. “How long you…” I said in a soft (almost not even saying anything) voice not wanting to finish my sentence finding it hard to ask than I had imagined. “What???...How long I what?....been fucking around like that? He said giving me some form of relief now that I didn’t have to find a way to as. “ y…ye….” …. “yesssss I mean yah” I finally blurted out finding having to say even one word to him now hard (which was sad I use to could say and tell him anything). “Shit it’s been a hot lil minute bro can’t say for sho how long maybe since middle school.” He explained now leaving more questions than answers. His reply seemed to only piss me off even more for some reason I still couldn’t figure out why. Before I start getting really pissed(for what reason I didn’t know) or started thinking to much I asked him why was he going to the bus station anyway trying to make what he told me not such a big deal. “Some female” he replied as he looked down at his phone texting who ever I just assumed it was whatever girl he was going to see. As we got closer to the bus station my mind started to drift thoughts filled my head trying to figure out why I was so mad. Before I could come to a conclusion He spoke “Nigga you gone let me out?”…Damn I thought to myself not even noticing we were now there. “O my bad here” I said unlocking the door to let him out. He started to get out the car one leg hanging out but stopped while he looked at his phone saying “damn!!!” “What nigga?” I said kind of pissed off basically because it was getting late having gotten out of school at 2:30 not leaving till 2:40 something and now it was almost 6 and hot as hell. “ Yo bro you mind taking me over there her mah gone be home if I don’t get there before 7” “Is that my problem nigga” I asked now truly pissed. “ Nigga is you alright” I snapped. “How long you, Chris, and Brandon been fucking?” I asked not able to hold that specific question anymore. “Nigga, what the fuck is you yelling that shit for? ...Is that why you acting like a lil bitch?” At this point I was as mad as I had ever been at Byrd(actually we never had a “real” argument before that). Who that fuck did he think he was talking to? “Bitch my nigga?” “Well you can get out of this bitch car”(sounding more like a bitch than I knew then)  was the last thing I said to him before he said what he had to say (call me more bitches and hoes) before slamming my door and I drove off.……………………………Wait till you see my dick, Wait till you see my dick, hey girl…..was all I heard as I laid in my bed about 2 weeks after the blow up with Byrd and I. I knew it was him calling or texting (from the ringtone) but I didn’t give a fuck he was wrong and I wasn’t in the mood to just let it go (acting like a bitch again…lol) well not just yet he fuck up. The next day 3^rd period hit and it was boring as hell since neither Chris, or Byrd had been by. I knew Byrd wouldn’t come by cause of what happened but I was sure Chris would have come by. As I sat there taking notes I realize Chris and Byrd were much closer than I thought and maybe I was the odd man out the whole time not knowing it. Just as I was getting in that “fuck em” mentality Chris threw a piece of paper in the room at my desk from the open door. Just as I went to pick it up I heard Kemisha say “What that fuck yall talking about?” as she grabbed the paper before I could get it.......to be continued