Brother's Keeper 2

Prologue

Eighth Grade

"Hey, fag! Are you looking at my dick?"

Bobby Davis was standing in the middle of the lunch room with his group of friends. He was in Adrian Rucker's face, finger poking him in the head.

"Boy, what", the smaller sassy boy asked. "What dick?"

"This one!" He grabbed his dick crudely. "I know your punk ass want it."

Bobby's friends as well as most of the students in the lunch room started laughing. The bigger boy smirked in Adrian's face. Adrian slowly stood up from his seat. He looked Bobby from head to toe. He then glanced back at his group of friends. One of the girls, LaMeesha, moved her hand across her throat as if to signal 'off with his head' while another boy, Raymond , crossed his arms in an X.

"Ok, first off, mouth breather, back the fuck up off me. Your funky ass oral air is making me gag! I mean what the hell did you eat, shit chips? Second of all, if I was looking at you at all, it was to see why the hell you got on this young ass shirt? Bitch, I can't tell if you wanna be a blood pressure cuff or Winnie the fucking Pooh. Third, I'm not sure if you grabbed a dingaling or extra fabric in them flea market jeans. I mean, I've heard of relaxed fit but them bitches are sleep, chile! And lastly but most importantly... in order to see your wiener, I'd have to take you to the science lab and put it under a microscope cause it's so little, I'd need to magnify it. Now if you're finished interrupting my meal, Magilla Gorilla, scurry your ass back over to the slow table and eat your paste sandwich, bitch!"

The entire lunch room, including his friends, were laughing hard at him. Adrian turned back to his lunch and he did some kind of handshake with his friends that ended with all of them snapping twice and saying "hated it!"

Bobby was seething in anger! He was ready to fight but a teacher walked up and asked if there was a problem. Not wanting to get in trouble since he was on the football team, Bobby shook his head and walked off. He didn't like to be made fun of or embarrassed. He was going to kick Adrian's ass after school.

By the end of the day, he was on 10! People kept coming up to him and calling him Magilla or just throwing one of Adrian's insults back in his face. As he walked home, he saw Adrian ahead of him, with his friends. He knew that they were about to split up so he waited until he was alone. He walked up behind the petite boy and pushed his shoulder hard. Adrian turned around, pissed.

"Nigga, what the fuck is your fucking problem!"

Bobby got in his face. "You! Always running your fucking mouth! You wanna be a bitch so bad."

Adrian rolled his eyes. "Boy, get your ass on somewhere. Ain't nobody checking for you, Bobby. You always starting shit with me. You're always picking on me. So now you mad because I called your big ass out. Get the fuck on somewhere."

Bobby pushed Adrian in his chest and the boy stumbled backwards.

"Leave me alone, Bobby! I'm not trying to fight you! Why you always fucking with me!"

Bobby pushed him again and mushed his head. This time Adrian fell to the ground, trying not to cry. Bobby smirked and was just about to kick him when a car pulled up. The driver side door opened and Trevor McCarty jumped out. He was best friends with Adrian's older brother, Antwan. Only in the tenth grade, he was already 6'3 and still growing. He picked Adrian off the ground and looked him over.

"Get in the car, Adrian. I'll take you home."

Adrian hurried and did what he said. Trevor then turned his attention to Bobby.

"What's up, lil nigga? You got a problem with Tiny or some shit? The fuck you fighting on somebody that little?

Even though Bobby was big for the eighth grade, he was nowhere near Trevor's league. He wasn't about to let Trevor punk him though.

"Man, fuck you and him. That bitch nigga talk too much shit. He tried to clown me in school and I told him I was going to kick his ass."

Trevor slowly smirked and walked up to him. Bobby swallowed deeply and got ready to swing if he needed to.

"I'm gonna tell you this one time so listen closely, lil nigga. You fuck with Adrian again and I find out about it, not only am I gonna stomp a mudhole in your ass, I'll make sure all my lil homies in the hood beat yo' mu'fuckin ass on sight. I know where you live, lil nigga. I'll have them waiting for you to step yo' punk ass out the door and have them kick yo' ass all the way to school and back again. Then I'll tell the coach to kick you off the football team. I'll make sure that the coach at the high school know you're a mark ass nigga and not let you try out. I know how much you love football. And if you still thinking of fucking with him, I'll do some shit so fucking grimy that it'll make all of this seem like Christmas. Now ask your dumb ass self... is it worth it?"

Bobby was mad! Who the fuck this nigga think he was?

"Fuck you, punk!" He balled up his fists and got ready to swing. He wasn't about to let Trevor make him no bitch. Trevor gave a low chuckle and fake jumped at Bobby, making him flinch.

"Pussy ass nigga. Remember what the fuck I said, lil nigga."

Trevor walked off, leaving Bobby fuming on the sidewalk. That was the beginning of his hatred of Trevor fucking McCarthy.