Die For It

Chapter 5

"Why you never got no food every time I come by?" Jordan asked as he rummaged through my refrigerator

"Swear I ask her the same thing every time I come over, then I have the nerve to be surprised about how empty her refrigerator is." Jazzy said

"Y'all know I eat out, eat before you get here."

Jordan walked out of the kitchen, "You need to cook, damn." He said, grabbing the Snickers bar I had saved for myself off of my table.

I rolled my eyes, "I wish you'd stop complaining and come on, I don't have all day."

He sat down in the chair, "Aw yeah, forgot you too busy for me."

"It's not that, you just procrastinate a lot and anything could come up. I don't know why you didn't have Jazzy do it."

She curled her eyebrows but continued staring down at her phone.

"Cause she talkin' about give her 200 dollars like who the fuck pays two hunnit for a damn dread retwist?"

I had to laugh, "Damn, Jaz said she gonna get her money by any means necessary."

Jazzy looked up, "Hell yeah, I know my worth then add tax."

I burst out in laughter, "I know that's right!"

Jordan sat up, "What tax? See, now you just bullshittin' me." He said

Jazzy and I looked to each other with smirks on our faces, noticing how annoyed Jordan was getting which always tickled us. We'd say crazy shit just to get a reaction out of him.

Jazzy begin to speak again, "You know, I only charged you 100 for the retwist, but then I added tax, which was an extra 200–"

"Two hundred?!" He yelled

"Let me finish, but I took off 100 from the tax since you my bro." She finished

"Jazzy, if you hustle like that in these streets you'll be a millionaire." Jordan said

She nodded, "Trust me, I gets my money."

She received an incoming FaceTime call and went upstairs to answer it.

"What you been up to since you've been out? Any good news?" I asked Jordan

He shrugged, "Depend on what's considered good news to you." He replied

"I'll determine that, just talk." I said

He sighed, "Well, I found the nigga that turned me in, it's already happened, that's a dead man. I just got a good ass deal for some drugs I needed to reup on, and I just got a bad ass AR 15 wit' a laser attached to that bitch, it's so sexy." He excitedly explained

I chuckled, "That is good news then."

"Ima get you a lil' hand gun 'cause I need you to be able to blow a bitch back if ever needed."

I shrugged, though he couldn't see it, "As long as it's pink."

My phone sounded off on the table next to Jordan's, he glanced over but I quickly grabbed it.