Slime Mentality

Ch. 13

2 Months later...

Payton's POV

" Aye Pay, come ride with me real quick." He said as he grabbed his keys.

" Where we going?" I asked with a curious look on my face.

" Don't worry bout it cuhh, just bring yo ass on."

I sighed as I got up, and slid my feet into my slides.
I grabbed my phone and keys. I picked up my gun holding it in my hand walking out the house. Since I had a drum on my Glock 19, it was too big to fit in my hoodie pocket.

" Ight, we taking my car or yours?" I asked.

" Shiddd, we can take yours cause I wanna see what that bitch hitting on!" He said excitedly as he put his keys in his pocket.

I threw him my keys, and got in the passenger seat as he got in the driver's seat.

A lot has changed in 2 months, so let me catch y'all up. I've saved enough money to finally buy me a car, and not just any car. But a gray Audi S3 to be exact. I still live with Shiesty. I tried to move out a month ago, but he wouldn't let me. Surprisingly, we've actually become close. Being part of Choppa Gang, and working in the strip club has caused me to gain a lot of attention. Some good and some bad. I'm well known street wise, so everybody in Memphis knows me now. I mean there's people who like me, people who wanna be friends with me, people who envy/jealous of me, and some people who just straight up hate me fa no reason. But one things fa sho, is they all know not to try it when it comes to me.

" Put yo seatbelt on." Shiesty said as he looked over at me as he started driving.

" Why? Yeen got yours on."

" Cuhh, I done told you bout that shit. You can't do what I do. Now, put it on."

" Nigga, this my car so if I wanna ride in this hoe without a seatbelt. That's exactly what I'm gone do." I said getting smart with him.

Instead of staying anything he nodded his head. Shiesty leaned forward in the seat, and sped up. He sharply turned the steering wheel, and started spinning in the middle of the street doing donuts without warning me. I instantly grabbed my seatbelt, and put it on.

" Uh huh, yo ass put that m'fer on now. Look at chu, yo ass scared as hell." He laughed as he looked over at me.

" Ok, it's cars coming towards us come on before you wreck."

" If I wreck, I wreck."

" Nuh uh, wreck yo own damn car. Not mines!" I said hitting his arm.

" Quit hitting me foo, you gone make me wreck fa real." He laughed.

I smacked my lips, " You buying my next set of tires, cause you gone have dem hoes bald as hell."

He laughed. He stopped doing donuts, and started back driving.

" Ight ima buy em, and yo scary ass. Sit back cuhh. Ian doing the shit no mo." He said steady laughing.

" Whatever, but fa real tho Pooh. Where we going?" I asked looking at him.

And yes, he let me call him Pooh now. But only when it's just me and him.

" To the stu."

" Finally! Hell y'all niggas always wanna go when I gotta work. Y'all know I'm tryna get in the booth, and spit some shit too!" I said getting hyped.

" And that's exactly why we go when you at work. Cause yo ass can't rap." He said as he looked over at me serious as hell.