Pained Promises

Friends ?

~ Still a flashback ~

| Jhené POV |

I walk into the cafeteria and stand in the lunch line. The food doesn't seem ineligible, but looks are deceiving. I opt on macoroni and cheese and chicken fingers.

Taking my tray and walking over to an empty table I sit there, by myself. I've never really been one to worry about others opinions about me.

I pull out my phone and see that one of my old teachers Mrs. Doherty revised and commented on my college essay. I am only a junior, but college is literally my only chance at life at this point.

Reading over her comments, I smile to myself. A few moments later I see Mr. Big Shot and a hearty crew behind him coming over to the table. I redirect my attention towards my phone and they place their trays on the table.

"Bro she cute," I hear one of them say. I pay them no attention as I pick up one of my chicken fingers.

"Yeah but the bitch got a smart mouth." Jamal replies to him. I shoot my head up in complete shock that he just called me out of my name. I feel my heart begin to race.

"Nigga, you don't fucking know me. I will have your body cut into pieces and distributed to everyone in your family. Do not fuck with me." I say with a lot of confidence. Everything I spoke was the absolute truth. They look at me like I'm fucking crazy.

I pick up my things and walk over to the trash. Before I walk out of the cafeteria, I see Jamal jogging after me.

"Hol' up," he says when he catches up to me. I turn to him as I'm outside of the cafeteria and in the hallway. He studies me carefully.

"Where you from ?" He asks me with an interested face. I loosen up a little.

"Brooklyn," I respond.

"Oh shit, my fault. Out here in Chicago every female is referred to as a bitch." He says. I look at him with a blank face. The bell rings and I know the hallways will become flooded with students.

• A/N ; someone from Chicago told me this once , I was laughing so hard 😂 Carry on •

"Well I'm not every female, am I?" I walk away from him and head to my next class. What a dumbass, did he really think that was gonna work?

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| Jamal POV |

I look after her as she walks away. That bitch is confusing as fuck. I shake my head and turn back around. There's a lot of people that are coming from the caf. I push past them to make it to my table.

Picking up my bag and throwing it over my shoulder I run into Micah. One of the dudes I push with.

"Waddup nigga, I haven't seen yo ass in a minute fam." He says to me dapping me up and pulling me into a brotherly hug.

"I've been making these moves fam, stacking my money you know I gotta stay low." I say to him as we pull out of the strong embrace. He nods his head.

"That's wassup, come by the trap today. We could get a little project going. But I'll see you fam, take care." He says dapping me up again.

"Aight fam just hit me." I say turning and walking out of the caf. I head for the side doors on the 1st floor and walk right out. I almost immediately spot my boys and walk over to them.

"Aye cuz, you got a lighter?" D asks. I reach into my pocket and pull one out tossing it to him. We got a long day ahead of us.

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"Where's Ghost at?" I say to no one in particular while I walk into the conference room. My strong demeanor shouldn't fool anyone, I ain't shit in this drug game. I'm the brains, I would never pull a trigger unless my life depended on it. I calculate the costs in my head, pull up, complete transactions, pull out, and get my money. That's how it's always been.

"In the back, I think we got a few bricks coming our way blood." Ricardo says looking straight ahead while rubbing his hands together. See, I promised myself I wouldn't become that money hungry nigga that would do anything for a couple dollars. Hell nah.

I look away from him and take a seat at the table. Moments later Ghost's office door is heard sliding open. A tall dark skinned cat glides out of the room holding 2 suitcases. That was the kind of shit that had us on edge at all times. You never know when Ghost is in the room. As long as he's been in this business, no one has ever seen his face. If they have, they ain't here to give us a description or nothing. He's a fucking ghost.

"Gentlemen," he says. We all sit up alert and awaiting the task ahead of us. Money's always been the motive, but I'll never let it get my head bloated.

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~ Toussaint 💅🏽