The Beef Behind Tunk and Cindy

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Turning Cindy into a thug wasn't easy for Riley. She was a female who was hormonal and had girly tendencies. Plus Riley didn't wanna turn Cindy into a dyke either. So, he turned to two people he knew would be the perfect help: Tunk and Jaelyne. Riley met them one night while he was out spray painting. The two of them had just gotten into a fight and was running away from the country police. Riley bumped into them running from the same people. They all hid in the same spot and have been cool since.

"Yea we gotchu," Tunk tells Riley. He gave her dap smiling,

"Aye, you a real one, T. Thanks!"

Tunk came over to Cindy's house the next day to see how she was. Jaelyne was telling her that Cindy just needed a female touch and she'd be straight.

"Her style is dope," Tunk said, "She looks pretty poppin if you ask me."

"Yea, my lil sis Jada did that. She knows her shit," Riley replies.

"Yea, we'll get her together," Tunk smirks.

Weeks went by and Tunk transformed Cindy into a real OG. She was perfect. She talked, walked, and acted just like a thug and honestly you couldn't tell she'd be trained.

"Mane, thanks T," Cindy gave the girl dap. "This new me is crispy as hell!"

"You know I gotchu, Murph," Tunk smiles. 

The four of them hung out a lot. They played basketball, spray painted buildings, and even did a few jobs for Ed and Rummy, two niggas Riley started being cool with.

There was one thing Cindy didn't like though. How close Riley and Tunk were. They were always talking and Riley would leave Cindy to go hang out with Tunk and Cindy didn't like that too much.

"Come on, Reezy," She tried to make it seem like she wasn't begging. "Just come chill here. We could watch Basketball Wives on HD if ya want?"

"Aye, that sounds dope as fuck. But nah, I told Tunk I'd kick her ass at basketball. You can come and watch though."

"Nah, I'm straight," Cindy groaned. "I'll just chill at home."

"Whatever."

"Fuck he hanging wit that bitch fo?" Cindy questioned to herself. "That heffah ain't even all that cute!"

"I think you're over reacting," Jazmine says. Cindy had called her over a few hours later. "They're just friends."

"Just friends my ass! Reezy prolly smashing her ass!"

"You sound jealous to me."

Cindy stopped pacing her room and looked at Jazmine.

"Jazzy, ion get jealous. I-I would just want Reezy to tell me if he fuckin wit someone else, that's all. I thought we was homies, why wouldn't he tell me?"

Jazmine shrugged,

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"N-no," Cindy bit her lip. "Reezy would think I was a bitch if I started asking him that. I ain't no bitch, Jazzy, I ain't!"

Jazmine sighed,

"Cindy, why are you acting like this? You've never got this worked up before."

Cindy sat down, huffing,

"I'm just used to Reezy giving me all his attention. Every single day he would come over and we would talk and laugh. But ever since he had Tunk help out in training me, all he wants to do is chill wit her. I miss my time wit Reezy."

"So you are jea-"

"YES JAZMINE I'M JEALOUS!" Cindy cried, slamming her face into a pillow. 

Jazmine giggled, patting Cindy's back.

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