Toy Chica POV
School is over and thank god I didn't have to have any type of shit with nobody today. School stress me off. I was about to pull off until Freddy stopped me.
"Hey." He said leaning against the window entrances.
"Hey." I sigh
"Why he suggested you go to anger management?" He asked
"Because he said I cuss at him and shit, and it was some other stuffs it's just stupid and I'm just aggravated." I said
"I understand. Ma tried to make me go whenever I got into the fight." He chuckled.
"Dang. I mean I been before , it's just that they can't help nor change me." I said
"Just hear him out and they'll probably help you somewhat." He said
"Okay." I smiled.
"I'll text you later." He said winking and gently pinching my chin walking off.
"You is fine." I mumbled watching him disappear into the crowd.
I put my seatbelt on and go to this damn appointment.
4:30 pm
"Hello , how may I help you?" This women asked
"I have an appointment here at 4:30." I said
He looked up something in the computer.
"Toy Chica?" She asked
"Yes ma." I said
"Room 7 down this hall." She said.
"Okay, thank you." I said walking down the hall finding my way down to room 7. Right before I knocked I thought why the fuck am I here. I don't need this. This is stupid. Then the attitude was starting to come back. I knock three times.
"Come in." This guy said.
I open the door and he stood up greeting me.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Fitzgerald." He said holding his hand out.
"Toy Chica." I said shaking his hand then sitting down.
"So tell me Toy Chica .. Why are you so angry?" He said pulling up a chair and sitting in front of me.
"This is bullshit." I bluntly spoke.
"You think so?" He smirked.
"Yep." I said
"Why do you think this is bullshit?" He asked
"Y'all can't help me because I don't have a problem." I said .
"You do have a little attitude problem." He said
"I honesty don't. Somebody just pissed me off, and this in class is just stress me out." I sigh.
"Why is the class stressing you out Toy Chica?" He said
Freddy POV
Bonnie 🔌: nigga you trying to smoke?
Me: nigga I'm always trying to smoke.
Bonnie 🔌: let's go then.
Me: I'm over there in 5.
I get my house key and just walk over there because his house is like down the road.
He was outside with 2 girls seem to look like there in college or something.
"Niggggggaaaaa." He said getting up dapping me. He already high.
"Yo wassup." I said
"Oh , these some bitches I met at the party the other night man. They hoes. One for me and one for you." He whispered.
I got the blunt hitting one time getting it in my system and sitting down on the porch.
"Ladies , this is Freddy , Freddy this is Marilyn and Mary." He said
"Hey ladies." I was waving.
"Hey Freddy." Marilyn waved looking at me up and down.
"Apryl mines." Bonnie chuckled sitting her on his lap.
Marilyn tried to sit on my lap but I kinda pushes her off.
"It's like that?" She said
"I'm kinda talking to somebody." I said as Bonnie passed me my own blunt.
"So probably not cute anyways." She scoffed
"Your right, she's not cute. She's pretty darn gorgeous." I said lighting it up inhaling it and holding it in.
"She don't look better then me." She chuckled.
"I mean your pretty but ma got you beat." I chuckled
"Fuck you." She shout.
"Nah I good, but Bonnie Ima go back to the crib. You got some crazy ones." I chuckled.
"You broke anyways." She scoffed
"Broke I never been, but if I was broke I still could've took your little ass in there and you would've still let me fuck." I chuckled exhaling the smoke.
"And wouldn't have" she said
"You ladies have a nice day." I said smiling walking home.
Toy Chica POV
"I honesty can't say but just know that class is different." I said
"Tell me about it." He said
"I'm not saying shit." I said
"Okay , Toy Chica lets just do the basic .. How old are you?" He asked
"I'm 16." I said
"What grade are you in?" He asked
"10th." I said
"What makes you happy?" He asked
"Pizza and Pizza." I said
"What make you sad?" He asked
"Moving away from my friends." I said.
"Okay , what's you favorite holiday?" He asked
"Christmas." I smiled.
"What's your favorite color?" He asked
"Yellow." I bluntly spoke
"What makes you angry?" He asked
"This damn appointment and Mr. Springtrap." I said
"Okay, what do you do to make yourself un angry?" He asked
"I talk to my brother." I said
"You talk to your brother everyday?" He asked
"No, he's in college." I sigh
"So , your so use to talking to your brother whenever your mad or upset and whenever he took off to college you had to keep your anger in and couldn't have your big brother to hug or comfort you." He asked
"Your good." I said starting at him like I'm crazy. He chuckled
"Yeah. I'm pretty good at what I do." He said
"So you telling me to talk to my brother whenever I'm mad or upset?" I asked
"If that what's Makes you happy." He smiled
"I haven't talked to him in a while." I said
"That's probably the problem then babygirl." He chucked
"Damn your good." I mumbled
He chuckled.