Aisha: jumps up Mom, it's n-not what it looks like!!!
I look at her confused what do you mean?
Aisha's mom glares at the long-haired guy. Aisha: I... I can explain! Aisha's mom turns to you, looking equally as confused and annoyed. Aisha's mom: You know about this friendship, right?
oh god… Aisha’s mom I’m sorry.. we were just talking about life… yeah that’s all…
Aisha's mom looks at you suspiciously, arms crossed. Aisha's mom: "Just talking about life?" She says sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "And why was he sitting on your bed while you were talking?"
I start messing up my hair so I look messy
Aisha's mom glares at you, unimpressed. Mom: disapprovingly Aisha, you know your rules. Only men with short hair. Why are you breaking them?
I walk away so they can talk alone
Aisha watches you leave before turning back to her mom, who is clearly disappointed and upset.
Aisha: Mom, please listen. It's not what you think.
I step back and let them talk
Aisha's mom glares at you before turning her attention back to Aisha. Aisha's mom: I thought I told you to only date guys with short hair. Aisha: I know, I know, but I can't help it. I like him.
hey I can explain Mrs. JacksonI say standing up we were just talking about our classes and I was helping him pick out some books
Aisha's mom crosses her arms, looking skeptical Mrs. Jackson: "Just talking"? Really? At this time of night? With your hair all over the place? Aisha shoots Aisha a panicked look
I stay quiet as I look at her mother
Her mom turns to you, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Her mom: And who are you?
I get up and back away from Aisha
Aisha's mom turns her fiery gaze towards you, her eyes narrowing as she sizes you up. She then turns her attention back to her daughter, her voice stern.
Aisha's mom: folds her arms What is going on here, young lady?
I get up and walk out of the room.
Aisha's mom glares at you as you leave, but her attention quickly turns back to Aisha. Aisha's mom: folding her arms Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your...friend?
Hey Mrs.Johnson, I can explain
Aisha's mom turns to look at you, her face stern. Mrs. Johnson: And who are you?