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“It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about sad stuff though. Let’s switch gears. Do you have a girlfriend? I saw your Instagram page, and the girls love themselves some Creed. You must have like ten girlfriends,” she said, and that shit made me laugh.

“Nah. Ion have a girlfriend. I never even had a girlfriend before,” I told the truth.

I was too player, and I liked talking to all the girls, and my parents had already had the talk with me about going around, breaking girls hearts, so to not put myself in a position of being a girls first heartbreak, I just don’t commit to shit.

I gotta have over a hundred girls number in my phone though. I just be chillin with them, offering slack conversation to them, like how I do Vivian. I’m focused on school and sports. I wanted to graduate high school, go off to college, and one day play in the MLB.

“Wait, what? You literally never had a girlfriend, or you did, and your just not claiming them?” she asked.

“Nah. I ain’t ever have a girlfriend before,” I said.

“So, you’re a virgin then?” she asked. I laughed at that too, but I shook my head at it.

“Damn because I’m a black young man, with gold teeth, and I play sports, you think I already started fuckin?” I asked her, and her face turned red, as if she was shocked by my question.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Creed. I’m just used to a lot of boys that I talk to saying that they aren’t virgins,” she said.

I could tell that she was being genuine, and she didn’t make that assumption about me on some racist shit, or as if she was judging me.

I could tell that her intentions were indeed pure.

“I’m fuckin with you. I’m a virgin though.

I ain’t waiting until marriage or no shit like that.

I just haven’t fucked yet. My pops put fears in my head when it comes to sex.

Told me the shit a woman can do with a condom to try and get a baby out of me.

Talked to me about the kind of diseases that’s out here that’ll cause my dick to burn when I piss, or make my shit fall the fuck off.

Aside from all of that, I’m just not in a rush though.

Pussy not going nowhere,” I sounded like my pops minion because everything that I was saying, were things that he’s repeated to me before.

When people found out that I was a virgin, they would be shocked.

Just like Vivian, they saw a nigga, saw how handsome I was, all the girls that liked me, and from that, they just assumed that I was fuckin, but I wasn’t.

I had self-control like a motha fucka because it’s plenty of times that I could have slid in some shit, and handled my business, but I didn’t.

“Your dad seems cool. My dad painted him out to be an arrogant monster,” she said, and I didn’t mind her saying that because it wouldn’t be the first time that I’ve heard someone refer to my pops as arrogant.

Shit, niggas called me that too. We just thought very highly of ourselves, but we were humble as fuck with it though.

My pops was a self-made millionaire, but I swear he vibed like a normal ass person.

His favorite breakfast spots to eat where mom- and- pop spots that were smack dab in the middle of the hood.

Spots like that is where Dutch used to take him as a kid, so here he is years later, and he’ll still eat there, and take me, and Legend with him.

We go deep into Opa- Locka to get our haircuts, when it was so many other bougie spots that he could take us.

I fucked with the fact that my pops didn’t forget where he came from, and that’s what made him so relatable.

“You don’t want to know the shit that my pops said about your daddy.

He said that nigga racist as fuck,” I told her, and when I said that, she quickly rolled her eyes.

That was just the PG version of what my dad had said about her dad.

Man, if I told her everything, her eyes would water up, and she would probably hang this phone up on me,

“My dad isn’t racist. He’s an asshole though.

I’ll say that. He also hates to lose, and I know that he’s gone up against your dad in court a few times and he’s lost. That’s probably where the hate and envy came from.

Oh, it also could be that you beat me in the spelling bee when we were in the 3 rd grade.

I have no idea where it all stems from. These are just guesses,” she explained herself.

I found myself smiling when she brought up the spelling bee.

My mama forced me to be a part of that shit, and I remember telling her that I didn’t want to do it.

She only signed me up for it because I would ace all my spelling tests as a kid, and I’d proven that I had somewhat of a thing for reading.

She signed me up, and for someone that didn’t want to do it, my black ass went in, and I beat every white, Chinese, Indian, Japanese, and every other race that was in the competition.

I remember her screams in the room, cheering for me when they announced that I was the winner.

My trophy and certificate was at the house, and till this day, she’ll boast about it.

“Are your parents strict? Like, are you able to hang out on the weekends?” she asked me.

“Nah, my parents cool. I’m a homebody though, so I really don’t be going out like that. Your parents probably let you do whatever the fuck you want, huh?” I asked in a joking kind of way, and she started laughing.

According to my pops, white kids didn’t have rules, and they ran over their parents.

Whenever me, or my brother did one thing to get out of line, he would swear that we were being influenced by white kids.

He did that shit earlier today, when he checked me about disrespecting my mama.

He blamed it on me hanging with the white kids at school.

“Ha- ha- ha. Very funny. My parents are pretty laid back though. They work so much, so they’re the kind of parents that don’t really have much control over their household.

Me and my brother can literally do whatever the hell we want to.

If I wanted to leave out of the house right now, I could just do it,” she shared with me.

Before I knew it, damn near two hours had gone by, and I was still chopping it up on the phone with Vivian.

All this time I’d had her number, and I was going out of my way not to really interact with her.

Tonight, something just told me to pick up for her, and I enjoyed the conversation that the two of us had.

We talked a little bit about everything.

I wasn’t looking for anything serious to come out of this though.

Probably have her be just a good friend of mine.

I talked so much shit to my brother, telling him that he was going to be the one to bring a white girl home, so I couldn’t switch up, and I turn out to be the one to bring home a white chick. Man, my pops would pass the fuck out if I did that.