No Role Modelz (HOLD)

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Quote of the chapter: Anyone can make you smile, many can make you cry. But it takes someone really special to make you smile with the tears in your eyes... - Unknown

1 | The name's Yvette (A/N: Jodey in the media)

Jodey's point of view

"Man, deal with that shit. Why you telling me, if you knew what the fuck I was gonna say...? Kill the nigga, and sell the rest of his part." Monte yelled on the phone, before ending the call with one of the co-workers.

"Just calm down, man, act like they the most hard headed workers you got." Jodey joked, and chuckled.

Monte looked at him and mugged, "Cause they are, nigga. They act like they don't know what the fuck I'm sayin." He yelled, and leaned back into his chair that was behind a dark brown desk.

Jodey looked at him, and mugged back. "Watch who you talking to, Monte. I'm not like them other dudes, that let you talk to them any kind of way. I'll jump over that desk, and knock you up, fam." He huffed, and continued to play with an Ace of card.

Monte smiled, and chuckled. "I'm just playing, nigga. But don't come at me like that again, 'cause we can really go rounds, nigga." Jodey huffed, and rolled his eyes.

"You do all this talking, but you still sitting. Shut that up, home boy." Jodey smiled, and took his phone out to look at the time. 1:43 p.m, it read.

Jodey wasn't the type of dude to do the language Monte was speaking, he wanted to be different from every hood dude in Detroit.

He was mostly quiet around people he wasn't close too, he didn't introduce himself until he got comfortable. But that wasn't even half the time, he didn't trust much people.

"Whatever, you going to Peach's party, that's going down tonight?" Monte asked, and pulled out a rolled up blunt from the draw.

Jodey looked at him, flatly. "You know I'm not the party type of dude." He sighed, he thought of his grandma and wondered how she was doing.

"Right, my apologies. These blunts have a nigga on another level." He chuckled, and handed the blunt to Jodey.

Jodey looked it over, and looked at Monte. "You sure this not affected?" Monte smacked his lip, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"What you mean, nigga?" Jodey sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I mean, this don't have no cocaine or some in it?" Jodey asked, skeptical. Monte gave him a flat look, and smacked his lips.

"You saying you don't trust me?" Monte asked, Jodey mugged him.

"What, you think I don't trust you? I just don't want to smoke some that might hurt me." Jodey disagreed, Monte shook his head and grabbed for it.

"Give me, my shit, nigga." Jodey laughed, Monte was getting a little hurt. Unlike Jodey, Monte didn't find it funny.

"Don't be mad-" Jodey was cut off, when there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Monte yelled, Jodey looked at him and smacked his lips. Monte was being one lazy person, to not get up and get it.

"Cody!" The person on the other side, yelled back. Jodey rolled his eyes, and stood up.

"Where you going?" Monte asked, looking up at him. Jodey shook his head, and fixed himself.

"You got work to get to, I'm 'bout to go chill with Marcus." Monte smacked his lips, and stood up too.

"Nigga, you the boss here too. So, you got work too." Monte protested, and walked around the desk. "Hold on a second!" He yelled.

"Ha, you're one funny dude. I deal, weed only. I'm done with all that extra stuff, you know I'm tryna get out." Jodey whispered, he didn't want Cody listening to their conversation.