Following in her mother's footsteps, 17 year old valedictorian Tahari Campbell soon will be graduating with honors, considering she consistently held a perfect 4.0 Gpa at Benjamin Franklin high school. New Orleans native promised her mother that she...
Kush smoke lingering in the air as I exhaled the smoke from the pull I took of my blunt. Police sirens faintly went off heavy downtown but there was no getting me out of my element. Chilling at A.j's crib, shooting the shit with my yungins on the porch, shit, everybody was just coolin, while A.j was downing some lean. "How she lookin yung?", Devin asked as he held his phone up showing me a picture of some broad.
I furrowed my eyebrows once I realized who it was. "Nigga don't tell me you fuckin around with lil freaky Gabby man, I hear her shit tainted and she a opp nigga. I'd rather you fuck with that high school broad.", I said as I took another pull of my blunt. I inhaled then dumped some ashes into an empty styrofoam cup that was stained with purple drank. I exhaled before speaking. "But shit, if you fucked already, I hope you strapped up... Twice... fuck around and have ya shit leakin. I ain't knockin you though yung, ya heard me. Do what you do but don't tell her opp ass shit and keep that dirty broad from round me.", I said bluntly.
My yungins were laughing but shit, I was dead serious. That little bitch got a rep in the Nola, a bad one. Mothafuckas hittin straight licks on her behalf. Messing around with niggas, left and right, telling the niggas they're beefing with, where their chill spots are, snooping around niggas cribs while they're sleep and shit, telling the supply and all that shit. All for a quick buck. I ain't fucking with her ass and that's on me, Devin bet not ever bring her ass over my way. I'll pop that bitch on sight.
"Damn, I ain't know she was on that type of shit. I ain't on that no more ", Devin stated.
"If you wanna live, don't fuck or fuck with her.", I stated right before bringing the blunt to my lips. "Death with a pussy.", I said before takin a pull of my blunt.
"I hear ya yung.", Devin said as he began typing away on his phone.
"You heard from ol girl, about that lil situation with them niggas?", A.j queried as he set down his now empty styrofoam cup on the porch.
I shook my head. "Naw, not yet", I said in response.
"You sure she wasn't lyin?", Devin butted in.
I clenched my jaws...
Juan sighed. "Man don't get this nigga started.", he said to Devin in reference of that encounter that me and that nigga Brandon had not too long ago.
Devin chuckled. "I'm just sayin man, you can't be so sure. Shit, just like you laid down that info on that Gabby broad, you'll never know until you find out from someone or the hard way.", Devin said.
That makes sense...
"I'm goin off with a good judgment of character. A young lil woman that got her head in the books, a girl that was excited to show me that she got an A on her report.", I said as I took another pull of my blunt. "I know where she lives, I don't think she'll try to fuck me over, she knows what I'll do to her.", I said.
"We'll see.", Devin said.
"Yeah, we will", I said as I gazed along the unfrequented street and continued smoking as the security door of A.j's house swung open next to the lawn chair I was occupying. It was Aiyanna,
A.j's 6 year old sister. "Aaron, could I have one of your cold drinks?", she queried as she held the door open
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