KENNEDY
|two weeks after surgery|
"Come on Kiah" carrying Bj up to Lucky's front door, I heard yelling and banging. "Kiah stay close"
Opening the door Lucky stopped me before I could enter.
"Now isn't a good time Ken"
"Tough shit, I told you I was coming. Who's yelling?" pushing past him I laid Bj on his couch taking off my shoes, Hezekiah came and sat beside Bj resting his head on the armrest.
"Shoota"
"Why?"
"It's not my place to say"
Following the shouts, I made it halfway into the kitchen when Lucky grabbed me.
"What nigga?"
"I got people here for poker, try not to spazz alright? Not to mention you brought the kids"
"Whatcha talking bout? I'm good" side-eyeing him he walked away going into the den
"Nah cause how you gon tell some shit like this? After months of dodging—"Shoota cut the conversation short mid-sentence once he saw me. "Ima call you back"
"What's wrong with you?" I question digging through Lucky's snack closet, taking a pack of Oreos and zebra cakes.
Ignoring my question he sat at the table scrolling through his notifications.
"Shoota"
"What Kennedy?" he sighs
"I asked you a question"
"I heard you"
At this very moment, I wanted to put his head through the table cause why the fuck he copping an attitude with me?
Side eyeing him I left him alone in the kitchen making my way into the den. Lucky had about six niggas in there with him, including Mark and Kevin.
"Wassup Kennedy" Mark waves, waving in response I opened my snacks going around the table looking at everyone's cards
"Lucky"
"Hm?"
"Why Shoota got an attitude?"
"Do it look like I'm his keeper?"
Smacking the back of his head I stared at him blankly, Mark placed a hand over his mouth to mask his laugh watching from across the table.
"Wassup with y'all and talking from the side of ya mouth?"
"Hit me again"
Smacking him again I came from behind him to stand beside him raising an eyebrow.
"Chill out" Shoota mumbles snatching me out the room.
"Mark hands a dub and Chance has all ace's!"
"Kennedy!" they yell irritatedly
"Yeen had to do all that" Shoota mutters shaking his head leading me to the porch taking out a blunt from behind his ear.
"I asked a question and Lucky got smart on the mouth. I wasn't in the wrong"
"You were"
"No, I wasn't"
"The fact that you don't see it is sad, you put your hands on him for no reason Ken. You gotta stop doing that"
"Alright" rolling my eyes I sat beside him on the bench, snaking his arm around me he pulled me onto his lap. "what did I tell you bout that lov—"
