My Trophy Boy

Act 2 - Scene 2: Passing Moments

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Quinton persisted to drop me home, but I rejected. I didn't want to be seen with a man like him in the hood, as it would bring around a lot of questions and potential trouble. A posh white guy with a big rich car like his on the dark violent roads.
'Nah' I thought to myself, people would assume he's a fed or a rival. They would then suspect me of snitching on the local neighbourhood 'businesses'. Honestly the politics around here were so dumb and narrow minded.

Quinton did, however, drop me off by the train station. He was frustrated, I could tell. He didn't want me to go home tipsy in the dark and alone. 'I'm a big boy' I told him before leaving his presence.

I called Paris to check up on her, but the little cow wasn't answering.
I hope she hasn't gone to that fricken party!

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I was around the corner from my block and for some reason I felt like I was being watched. I took a deep breath and gradually sped up my walk, every now and then looking back to see if there was someone. I couldn't see anyone.

DRINK plus LATE NIGHT WALKS issa big NO NO!
I wasn't feeling right.

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👌I went to the living room to turn off the TV light that was on and found three sleeping 14 year old girls with food around their mouths. It warmed my heart I can't lie, here I was expecting her to be a little rebel. I tidied up the living room, picking up empty pizza boxes and Chinese tubs. My sister had a slice in her hand which I took off of her and threw in the bin. I made sure to wipe their hands and mouths with a wipe as if they were my little toddlers, before putting Paris' bed duvet over them.

I made sure the door was locked before I showered, brushed my teeth and dizzily made my way to my bed.

His sharp mint green eyes dominated my glance like a true predator would on its prey. His shapely lips were tinted rose as if they were a lure to say 'taste me'. His scent-

"Fuck!" I grumbled to myself. "He's not even that attractive anyways." I huffed.

That's not what your dick is saying.

"Ugh." I sighed with irritation before konking out.

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I woke up to the sound of overly loud music. I did my morning shit, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I then psyched myself up to tidy the entire yard as I knew my lazy ass sister would be too occupied with her friends. However, I was pleasantly surprised.

"Oo yall tidied?" I smiled proudly.

"Well yeah, because I knew you'd bite my head off if I didn't." She said in a 'duh' tone.

I decided to make breakfast. Just scrambled eggs and crispy bacon on toast. I ate in my room, wanting to work on my project, but I wasn't able to as CJ decided to step foot.

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"I have to lay low for a while, some shit is going on in the streets and feds are snooping around." CJ chomped on some strawberry laces, clapping his gums.

"What does that even mean?" I raised a brow.

"It means you may see me more often, or you won't see me around very much at all. Make sure you don't talk to no one, not even my people dem." He offered me the rest of the packet.

I shook my head. "No thanks."

"Hollz." CJ looked at me intensively.

"Wassup?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"Are you really making a living off of this computer business?" He asked.

"What's with the question?"

"Like if you're this good cuzz, can't you hack-"

"I don't do illegal shit, you know that. I don't hack shit, nor would I." I got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to get a drink.

On cue my phone began to ring. I wasn't so quick to answer it, but nosily CJ was.

"Yo cuzz! Your line is ringa-dinga-linging. Who's this? You never get calls like that on this phone." Announced CJ, causing me to turn on my heels to quickly receive the call.
"Wah'gwarn... Who's dis'? Do I sound like Holland to you..? *kmt* ... Bout who am I, who the fuck are you?!-"

I snatched my phone from CJ earning myself a scowl. I checked who it was and when I did my heart dropped.

"Uh-oh my goodness! Mr Michaels, I am so so sorry! My cousin picked up the phone... oh no that's not what I meant. I would've picked up, but I was momentarily away from the phone. Forgive me." I panicked.

Fucking street rat! His aggression could've fucked over my biggest opportunity.

I looked over to CJ to see him looking at me lost for words. I couldn't decipher the look on his face.

"Yes I'm fine thank you and I'm feeling fine... Alrighty sir- I mean Quinton... No problem, I shall get back to you shortly." And before I could say bye the man hung up.

"Nigga.. what the fuck?" CJ's jaw dropped.

"What?" I shrugged.

"Why did you just act all fruity for some posh don? Nigga sounds like a fed fam." He was getting onto me.

"How was I acting 'fruity'? *Kmt* A fed? Seriously? Who do you take me for? Watch it and mind yourself. He's just someone I'm doing business with." I began to walk away. I was not dealing with his shit today, I had other things to focus on.

"Doing business? What kind?"  CJ got in front of me. "Batty-man business?" He joked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I huffed and pushed past him to go to my room.

"I've always known Hollz. I've always known." CJ the prick preceded to chuckle antagonisingly in the distance.

I slammed my bedroom door shut and punched the pillow on my bed a few times. I don't know if I was mad at him for ridiculing me, or at myself for denying it.

And people have the cheek to dictate how people like me choose how we feel about others?
Ironic!

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A/N:
Hey lovelies, I hope the read is alright 😊.
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