Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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"Ima need the money first, boss man." My younger cousin, Jontaevious, smiles widely as he hands me the cd of the camera footage from my bar.
"Be glad I'm even paying you, nigga. I really shouldn't be giving yo worrisome ass nothing." I smile as I pull out $1,000 and give it to him as we get into my car.
"Drummer, what the hell is so important on this footage that I had to sneak in and get it. I mean I know you think I'm a ninja and shit, but nigga, I almost shitted on myself when I was sneaking past all them fat ass cops. You know I be having that zaza on me."
Laughing at his crazy ass, I take the exit that leads towards his house and pull into the yard. As soon as I'm about to turn my music down, my aunt bursts out her front door, "Drummer, turn that stupid ass shit down before I come whoop yo ass with my high heel and don't y'all dumbasses be out there smoking that devil's lettuce."
"My bad, auntie and you know ion smoke!" I say as I light a blunt and start smoking it when she goes back into the house. "Ion know what's on it, I'm damn sure gone find out tho. Me and Brandon gone watch it later. So what I hear bout you skipping school?"
Jontaevious accepts the blunt from me and smokes it before talking, "Man, fuck school! That shit so damn boring. Ian got time to spend eight hours a day around pissy pussy, loud, ass bitches who eat hot Cheetos at 8am." He laughs, passing the blunt back.
"Tae, you in the 10th grade. You know yo mama want you to pass and so do I. I know school shitty as fuck, but gone get through it. If you actually start going, you can get back on the basketball team. You might even find you a lil cheerleader."
"Yeah, I hear ya."
"Aite na, lil nigga. Yo mama wanted me to talk to you so that's what I did. Next time, ima take shit into my own hands and whoop yo ass,Tae."
Jontaevious shakes his head as he daps me up then gets out of the car, "Ima do better. Be safe in these streets, Brodie."
Cranking up my car, I drive towards Brandon's house and knock on the door; holding the CD in my hand. Minutes after I start to get more impatient, so I beat hardly on the door.
"Damn, nigga. You knocking like the fucking police and shit! Why the fuck you didn't call?...oh right, cause yo stupid ass ain't got a new phone yet." He groans, rubbing his eyes.
Ignoring him, I walk into the house and to his computer; putting the CD inside and waiting for it to load up. Once it finally does, Brandon joins me on the couch with a sandwich and a cup of red Koolaid.
"Brandonnnn, come back to bed. It's late." Chanel says as she walks downstairs in only a big t-shirt, making my eyes buck.
"Oh shit! What do we have here? I know damn well y'all ain't fucking? Chanel, how the hell yo ass get over here without Jarell on your ass?"
