Dope Girl

Mo Money Mo Problems - Chapter 7

Jordan

"Y'all good? Y'all want some more juice or somethin?" I asked before I left out the kitchen.

"We good, thank you." Sheela's mom replied.

Since Sheela wasn't going to help them I did. All 3 of them is staying at my house until they can find a house.

I went upstairs and changed. I put on my Atlanta Hawks jersey with some black Levi shorts.

"Jordan?" Keyshia called, knockin on my bedroom door.

"Come in." I hollered as I put on my red Air Max 90s.

She peeped in and smiled.

"You look nice." She said sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Thanks, wassup? You need somethin?" I questioned.

"You goin somewhere?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'll be back though." I spoke.

"Can I go with you." She asked.

"Nah, no kids allowed shawty." I replied.

"But I'm bord, I've been in this house for a week and I ain't been out not once." She groaned

"I got some things I gotta-"

"Pleaseeeee Jordan." She whined.

"Nah, stay here wit ya mama and daddy." I spoke.

"They're fine, they gon watch t.v and sleep." She explained.

I chuckled.

"You suppose to watch my house fa me." I reminded her.

"Don't nobody come over here." She groaned.

"Pleaseeeee Jordan please." She whined again.

Mane I swea, her and Sheela stay whinin about something.

I sighed.

"Aight, c'mon." I said walking down the stairs.

She followed me and got in my 2014 Maserati Ghibli.

I drove off and blasted Gucci Mane Trap House 4.

I nodded my head to the beat and headed over to my sister's house.

Keyshia looked at me and turned my music down.

"What chu turn my shit down for?" I questioned.

"You got that music up too loud and I can't think." She hissed.

"And it stinks in here." She groaned.

I chuckled.

I forgot I smoked some weed in here, that shit is loud as hell.

"My bad lil mama." I said rollin down the windows.

"Ion know about the music though." I turned the music back up.

She rolled her eyes.

I chuckled and shook my head.

I pulled up to Crystal's driveway and got out. Keyshia looked at me.

"Who house is this?" She asked.

"My sister's." I replied as I checked out this car in her driveway.

I opened the passenger door and let her out.

We walked up to the door and some nigga walked out. That Tyrese nigga to be exact.