The Need To Know ✔️

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Evre Janelle Lennox

August 2019

"Ok, damn bitch, I'm black, not invisible!" Destiny called. "Big ass cowboy fuckin' boots!" She continued.

Clearing my throat, I looked up from my phone, watching a white girl and some of her friends cross in front of us.

Luckily I stopped, or I would have ran straight into her pale ass.

Her thin, brunette hair moved with her as she gave me a stank look, before stepping around me and following her friends.

Ignoring the look, I pursed my lips before following my sister out the double doors of the school, and heading to the high school's parking lot.

Together, we walked over to her aqua blue Volkswagen Beetle and hopped in. Before she pulled off, she toyed with the radio, blasting DaBaby's "Suge", before backing out the parking space and zooming out of the lot, almost running over a pack of Asian girls' feet.

Reckless ass driver.

I stayed in the passenger's seat, quiet as always, reading my book as she drove us to our destination.

"Come on." She said when we pulled up to the curb of...  I didn't know where the fuck we were. Somewhere in Compton, not too far from where she lived.

Squinting, I looked up her way. "Come on, for what?" It wasnt like I smoked, so I didn't know why she wanted to come up with her to a trap house, one of my daddy's trap houses at that.

Besides, I would much rather stay in the car and read my book.

"Cause, every time I pull up here, you always stay in the car. You weird."

At her statement, I scrunched my face before shaking my head, exhaling. "Whatever, Destiny." I muttered, placing my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and getting out the car.

The bright Los Angeles sun shone brightly against my exposed skin, that was clad in a black pair of biker shorts and an orange short sleeved crew neck with a rose on the front.

My hair was washed, blow dried and flat ironed, that Destiny had placed in a slicked down side part ponytail.

It swung back and forth across my lower back as I switched, following Destiny up the walkway past the dry, green and brown patches of grass, and up the cracked stairs.

"What up D?" One of the niggas standing on the porch asked, looking me over. He was brown skin, with a skinny build, brown eyes, and a "solid" tattoo in black cursive on his arm. I stared right back at him, until he looked away, averting his gaze back to Destiny.

She flipped her ponytail over seductively, giggling and shit like she was a white girl off one of them Nickelodeon sitcoms.

"Moooooovaaaa." She dragged, pushing dude away as he tried to walk up on her, but he grabbed her anyway, lifting her off her feet as he pulled her into the house.

Taking a breath, I scratched the back of my head and followed them in.

There was hardwood floor all over the house, except for the bathroom—which I assumed was tile, and bedrooms, which I assumed was brown, standard carpet.

Thick smoke crowded the living room from niggas sitting on the couch, drinking, getting cross faded.

I followed Destiny and the dude inside of one of the rooms, and he closed the door behind him.

While Destiny walked over and plopped down on his disease ridden bed, I opted to stand up, even the walls looked dirty.

"Wassup wit'cho friend? She ain't from round here?" He looked me up and down before sitting down on his bed, next to Destiny with some sandwich bags, the weed, and a scale.

Destiny flopped her hair back. "That's my lil sister."

"Word?" His eyebrows raised and his eyes widened, as he allowed his eyes to roam my frame and I glowered back at him. "Yeah," he nodded. "She favor you."

"Yeah." Destiny agreed. "We all favor each other," she referred to me and our two older and younger sisters.

Duh bitch, we sisters.

" 'Dat's good, 'dat's good." Dude nodded, opening the bag and sprinkling some of the bud on the scale.

"Yea." Destiny replied, nodding before she looked up at me. "Come sit down."

I scrunched my face. "Ion want to."

Destiny scrunched her face as well. "Why not?"

Cause ion wanna fuck around and catch syphilis.

Feeling pressure in my calves, I finally gave in and decided to take a seat.

I can't wait to take a shower when I get home.

In silence, with my head in my phone, reading across the small letters of the dark page, I sat next to Destiny as she fed dude—whose name I'd overheard as Darien—a heap of lies.

"Man," he shook his head, holding a pre-rolled blunt up to his mouth and flicking his lighter. "Aight, D. You just be tryna tell a nigga anything." He shook his head, sounding hurt.

I didn't quite understand why though. I'd only been staying with my daddy a month and it seemed Destiny was like the mini, black, female version of Hugh Hefner. She was talking to so many different dudes it wasn't even real.

"What up, A?" Darien asked as the door opened, and in walked another nigga.

Once I'd looked at him, it was like I was stuck in a trance, unable to look away completely as I continued sneaking glances at him, making sure not to look too long—he looked like a mean nigga and I didn't have time for anybody's attitude.

To tell the truth I already had one my damn self.

It wasn't because I thought he was cute though, which he was, with his light skin, many tattoos and slightly sagging jeans, it was just that he looked familiar. I'd seen him somewhere, I just wasn't sure where.

After searching my brain for a few seconds, I'd finally given up, and looked back down at my phone. Scratching my thigh, I'd wished Destiny had found a cleaner place to play niggas at.

The other nigga who'd walked in, nodded, walking over to dude, then dapped him up and sat down on the other, dirty mattress across from him.

"Wassup, Artist?" Destiny asked, tucking her glossy lips lightly into her mouth before placing them in a pout. "You can't speak to nobody?" Destiny was from around here, and she frequented this location often, so I paid it no mind when she called dude by his name.

"You ain't nobody for me to speak to." Artist spoke.

"Uh-" Destiny held her chest, her face scrunched, as the guy looked at her blankly. "You know what, lemme get outta here 'fore I hurt both y'all broke niggas' feelins." She kissed her teeth.

Artist snickered. "We broke niggas but chu over here wearin' creased khakis and a Factory-2-U polo. Destiny take yo' ass on somewhere. And while you at it, please tell yo' homegirl or whoever the fuck she is to stop starin' at a nigga."

"Bitch, wasn't nobody starin' at 'cho salamander lookin' ass no way." I muttered, turning to Destiny. "Come on, I'm ready to go." I stood up, crossing my arms.

Destiny bounced from the bed. "Yeah, sis, let's go." She snatched their small sandwich bag from the mattress. "Fore I fuck around and call my daddy up here. Have all you niggas quiet."

"I'm surprised y'all even know y'all damn daddy!" The Artist dude called after us as we walked out and allowed the door to slam behind us.

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Thank you so much for reading😘

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