Page 12 of Legend's Legacy
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Josi stated with a giggle before she sipped her daiquiri. We were meeting for after-work drinks at Groove Theory.
“If I’m lying, I’m flying.” I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my appletini. “It ruined my entire day.”
“Girl, please. A man as fine as he was, there is no way that your day was ruined. Maybe he ruined you for any other niggas, but he’s incapable of ruining anyone’s day,” Josi replied dryly and turned her gaze to something behind me.
I turned to see what she was looking at, and I spotted someone I had seen at other establishments whenever we showed up.
“Who the hell is that?” I asked.
“Who, boo?” she asked as her tone rose in pitch.
“That light-skinned YN who seems to be following us wherever we go these last couple of months?”
Her face flushed, and she quickly shook her head before she pulled her fingers through her braids. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
I looked around again, and the man seemed to have disappeared.
Chapter 4
Legend
“What’s wrong, big guy?” I asked Kayson as I helped him out of his car seat.
He jumped to the ground and held his head down. “Nothing,” he mumbled.
“Here, let me help you put your backpack on.”
“I got it, Daddy.”
“My bad. I forgot you’re too big to need your parents anymore,” I teased with a chuckle.
It didn’t ease my son’s mood in the slightest. He sluggishly dragged toward the front door of his daycare center, a fact that I did not miss. He was always racing out of the car to get inside. He loved school so much that he never wanted to miss a day, including when he was sick. So I knew something was up.
I grabbed his little hand and led him inside the building. We waved at Mrs. Cheryl and Mrs. Angela, the day care director and her assistant, before we turned down the hall to where Kayson’s class was located.
I pulled the door open, but Kayson hung back with his hands crossed in front of him. I closed the door again and kneeled infront of my little guy. Taking his hands in mine, I asked, “Big guy, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t wanna go to school, Daddy.”
“Why not? You love school, Kayson.”
“Not anymore.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not nice in there, Daddy,” he replied, looking at me with those wide, puppy dog eyes like his mama. I could see the desperation in them, as if he were pleading with me not to make him go inside.
“Why isn’t it nice? Ms. Lisa likes you very much, and she’s always nice to me.”
“She’s nice to me too.”
“Then why isn’t it nice in there anymore?”
“’Cause Josiah is not nice. He brings his toys, and he won’t let me play with ’em. He lets everybody play, but not me.”
“Why not, buddy?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
