Love and Basketball ||Urban(DAVE EAST)

Chapter 124

I be looking at some of the ppl who comment pfp's like 'awww she so pretty 🥺' wiii my gay ass💀
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Saint Smith
"Who the fuck are these niggas?" I asked, putting Cassie's things on the ground.

We had kids running around here, people walking round the fuckin house like they owned the shit, niggas touching shit, people watching tv on my fuckin couch, I was ready to fight alla them.

"We finna steal everything!" I heard someone yell.

"Aw hell no! Saint get these people out the damn house!" Cass spat.

"Ayo! Lil man!" I said, grabbing one of the kids that ran by me.

"Hmm?" He answered.

"Where's ya mama?" I asked.

He pointed to some big boned lady on my house phone.

"WHO EVEN IS THAT?!" I exclaimed.

"Where the fuck is my mama?!" Cass huffed, leaving me at the door and walking away.

Approaching the lady on my phone, I took it from her hands, hanging it up and putting it back in its luh holder.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Friend of ya mamas." She answered, picking up my phone again.

"What?" I questioned.

"Mmhm Raven, invited me." She nodded, obnoxiously chewing on a piece of gum she had in her mouth.

"What about all these other folks round my crib?" I asked.

"Ion know." She shrugged, continuing to talk on the phone. "Yeah girl anyways..."

I looked around my crib. All these fuckin people bruh. People I ain't even know at that too.

Walking round the place I tried looking for an adult. Finally finding one, I realized it'd been my aunt.

"YO AUNTY!" I shouted.

"Saint! Good to see you boo!" She smiled, kissing on my cheeks and pulling me in for a hug. "Your so handsome oh my lord. Look better than you do on tv."

"Yeah thanks." I said, breaking into a smile. I couldn't help it. Especially when someone complimented me. "But if youn mind me asking, what're you doin here?"

"Your mama invited me. Did you not know?" She asked.

"NO! And do you know any of these other folks?" I asked, looking around at the people and they bad ass kids.

"No, just a few. But I gotta speak to Raven cause how she just not gone tell her damn son that we were staying over..." she huffed walking away and pulling out her phone.

"Staying over?! Wait!" I exclaimed, trying to pull her back, before I caught someone from the corner of my eye in my dining room.

Following them, I realized it was my cousin Saquan. He was looking at all the shit I had in there, trailing his fingers across my shit.

"I could make some good bread off this joint." He nodded.

"Saquan?" I questioned.

"Cuz! Whatchu doin here boy! Come give ya nigga some love!" He exclaimed, opening his arms up.

"Whatchu mean what I'm doin here? This is my crib." I spat raising one eyebrow. This nigga was sketchy as fuck. His ass was always stealing. Always. Ever since we was kids.

All my toys was gone whenever he came over to my crib. Video games, sneakers, some of my clothes, all my shit. And his ass never got caught. You just knew it was Saquan.