The Beginning of it all
"Jess, Wake up, Steve's on his way to pick you guys up"...
"What? Who's Steve Mom?"
"Oh he's my boyfriend, the guy I met at the bar, he's really nice". She said in a hurry putting on her lip stick and heels.
I swear she had a new man every other month, ive never seen a guy stick around for more than two months. She never had luck with men besides Jeffrey. They dated for about 2 years before he was diagnosed with lung cancer and he had a brain tumor.
One day I came home and walked in to find him seizing on the floor, foaming out the mouth. If I hadn't forgotten my lip gloss on my dresser and returned for it, he would've died right in our living room. He pushed through and fought for 8 months, however cancer won the battle. He wasnt my birth father but he was loving and caring towards my siblings and I. He even left our mom and us with this house. Its nothing fancy but he kept a roof over our head and provided for us even in death.
"Jess, get up ! Steve will be here in 2 minutes!"
"Fineeee mommmm", I grunted, rolling over, Rubbing the buggers from my eyes, I ran my hands through my hair, sitting up staring between the curtain where the sunlight came in and it stung my eye.
I'm Jessica Noella Jones, but everyone calls me Jess. My moms an African American Nurse at 'Jackson Park Hospital & Medical Center' and my fathers some rich Caucasian guy who works for the government. At least thats what my mother told me.
I never met the guy but every few months he sends money to an account set up in my name. My mom uses alot of it to buy groceries and pay bills so I hardly get any of it.
She leaves me at home a lot to watch my two younger siblings. Jamison and Maddison, their twins and bad as shit. Along with my sister Chloe's kid as well. Shes only 2 years older than I am, she dropped out of school when she got pregnant at 16 with Liam, my four year old nephew, then she recently got pregnant again, but she says she 'lost it', but Im not dumb, sis aborted that baby.
I got up to take a shower but Jamison was taking forever in the bathroom, so I punched hard on the door making a ruckus until he opened it. The door flung open and he ran pass me. Closing the door behind me I realized that he had left his tablet in there.
"Jamison you left your... oh my God", I face palmed myself. This fast ass boy was watching Porn and left the browser open. What an idiot. I laughed it off and got in the shower, lathering up with my lavender body wash and washing my hair.
Getting out I brushed my teeth, goggled some mouth wash and went to my room to lotion up and spray perfume on.
*phone beep*
Looking at the message it was my best-friend Chelsea. She sent me a happy birthday message. "Shit!", I whispered under my breath, how can I forget my birthday of all things ?. Oh yeah I know how, always working and staying up late babysitting and trying to find time to do homework. As well as filling out college applications and studying late until the wee hours of the morning so I can maintain my 3 point GPA and make the honor roll. Plus Im on the basketball team, im the captain, if my grades and being an athlete couldn't get me into college then I dont know what will.
I threw on some leggings, a crop top and my hoodie with my vans. Grabbing up my book bag and fluffing out my hair, i exited my room but spun right back around. Sis was forgetting her lip gloss, and I dont do the dry lips thing.
I went to the living room to be greeted by my family and a strange looking dark man. "SURPRISE ! HAPPY BIRTHDAY" they shouted.
I was greeted with a cheap dairy queen ice cream cake and a happy birthday hat. It wasnt much but I was happy they remembered and did something nice for me.
"Now look, tonight im finna take you out and we gone...."
"No no no !" My mom cut Chloe off mid sentence. "She aint fast and forward like some people!", momma said being shady and Chloe scoffed catching an attitude.
"Well lets not pretend that you didn't have me at me at 17 mom, you're not so holy yourself", she spat back and the gentlemen in the room made a funny face.
They started going back and forth at it and I knew they were gonna make me late. I signaled to the guy and he followed my directions. I grabbed the twins and we headed to his truck while those two rambled on.
"So how does it feel to be 18 Jess?" The guy asked.
"Um, its Jessica and I don't know.. I feel normal I guess", I shrugged trying to not engage in conversation.
"Well my names Steve, im your moms friend", I looked over and he gave me a creepy smile. The rest of the car ride was silent, he gave me off vibes and I wasn't feeling him.
Pulling up to school as I was about to hop out he spoke up.
"Have a good day at school sweetheart", placing his hand on my thigh, I looked down furrowing my eyebrows and pushed his hand away. I immediately got up pulling Jamison and Maddison out with me. I slammed his door almost shattering his glass and walked away.
"That guy is weird" Maddi said, i shook my head in agreement.
"Okay, so do yall need me to walk yall over to the junior side or yall good ?".
"We Good Jess, we grown now", Jamison said and Maddi nodded agreeing. They were now in the 8th grade and thought their asses were grown.
"Hey Jess, you ready for this game Friday night?" One of the girls shouted across the hall to me.
"Yeah girl, we gone kick ass", I yelled back. "Period!" A random person yelled and the halls were filled with laughter and chatter. Placing my books in my locker I had seen Chelsea from my peripheral vision.
"Happy birthdayyy bestieeeeee I loveeeee youuuu", she gave me a tight hug and kisses.
"Shhh, I dont want nobody remembering my birthday girl". She laughed cause that was impossible. I was captain of basketball team, everybody knew me.
The bell rang and we headed to first period. Everyone greeted me with me happy birthday hugs and a few girls from the choir sang for me. Im guessing Chelsea paid them to do the little "singagram" thing everybody be doing nowadays.
The day went by smoothly, teachers, my girls from the ball team and many others who looked up to me wished me a happy birthday.
I dont normally like attention unless its on the court but I aint gone lie a girl was feeling herself. Stefon, the captain of the boys ball team brought me lunch, he stayed trying to spit game and rap to me, but I wasnt feeling him much.
He was a player and he had a baby on the way. Everybody was so disappointed in him, however he didnt drop out of school or stop playing ball like many of the other guys around here. He got a scholarship to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I applied there as well but I still hadn't heard anything from them yet.
The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. After classes were done, we headed to the gym for ball practice, however coach wasnt there.
"Bruh where Coach at ? She always late" , Chelsea asked but I was just as confused as she was. I left the locker rooms and went roaming the halls looking for her. I called her phone but it kept going straight to voicemail. I decided to check the teachers lounge which was behind the auditorium.
As I reached the bend before turning the corner I heard faint moans and heavy breathing coming from the supply closet.
I crept down to get a closer look and make sure my ears weren't deceiving me. Low and behold Coach Hannah was full on missionary style with Coach Devon, however he wasn't her husband, Coach Mason was.
After about thirty seconds of enduring their disgusting sex noises, Coach Devon made some weird grunting sounds indicating that he was ejaculating. I scurried back once I heard more movement which meant they were done and about to come out at any moment.
Running back I bumped into coach Mason, "oh wow Ms Jones be careful, we don't need you getting inured girl", he said jokingly and I awkwardly smiled. I just witnessed his wife getting her vagina blown off from one of the other coaches, a guy who's suppose to be his friend. This right here couldn't get anymore awkward than it already was.
"Well... I gotta get going, practice soon starts" i weirdly said and ran off. I felt so bad. Coach Mason is the person who actually got me into basketball in the 8th grade and trained me up until last year fall until his wife took over.
I looked up to him as a father figure, so to know that this was happening to him and how much of s great man he was really made me feel some type of way. However, this was just the beginning of it all.
