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14 | Spread Thin

"Baby
You're the reason
You always think the only one who needs any attention is you"

5:09 pm
April 27th
Southside Jamaica, Queens

Juice anxiously paced the half empty room, ignoring Rochelle's entire presence. Rocky was busy packing up the things they needed because this morning Juice showed up at her door, telling her that they'll be leaving the towns to get low til he get some shit figured out. It's been a couple of weeks since she last saw him, apparently he was ducking out of town. She could careless bout anything he was worked up about, she was now good and pregnant. Her only focus now was to relax and anticipate her- well their baby's arrival.

Rocky hummed along to the music playing on Power 105 on her radio. While Juice stared out the window, analyzing the busy streets around Jamaica estates. He would've felt more comfortable in queens ridge, his stomping grounds but he knew niggas was most likely posted out there waiting for him to pop out. He sucked his teeth at his raging thoughts, not realizing how he put himself in this situation especially over a bitch really wasn't stunting him. But in his mind Cito was just a obstacle, Rocky and that baby too. His large hands stabbed at the keypad of his trap phone, dialing Zero's number once again that went straight to voicemail.

"Why this nigga not picking up his jack? Like what's the word?" Juice mumbled to himself, dialing the number up again. Once again it rang twice and it went straight to voicemail. The plan was for zero to tell him where Cito, Moi and Bank was gone be, or he would've never stepped foot back in New York. But now the nigga went ghost.
Right before paranoia could eat him up some more, loud banging was heard on the bedroom door.

"Yoooo Juice?!" Chauncey boomed walking into the room, panic evident on his face.  Him and couple other niggas was chilling in Rocky's living room, smoking and shit. Regular shit. Rocky hated that he made her crib the spot but if it meant she'd know where he was at all times than she wasn't tripping.

"For one don't be busting all up in my room like that Chauncey" Rocky pointed at him, she never liked him. Out of all of Juice's friends she thought he was the dumbest of them all. But he swore he was so smart because his nose was always in somebody else's business.

"Shut the fuck up" Chauncey replied, already knowing where this was going.

"Bitch don't start with me, I'll fu-" Rocky was bout to give his ass the business but Juice cut her off. "Aye watch ya mouth" He grilled her. She rolled her eyes up, once again whenever she and Chauncey or any of his friends for the matter went at it he never defended her. Not even with his kid right in her stomach.

"And why you look like that?" Juice questioned, Chauncey looked back at Rock. Catching his drift Juice spoke to her once again, "Yo rock do me and favor and go to Walmart in Jersey, pick up some shit to pack this up with." Rocky turned to him with her hand out, sucking his teeth he pulled out a couple blues and pushed it into her palm.

Counting the money, Rocky smirked grabbing her purse to leave. She knew he was tryna get rid of her but she didn't care, less work for her to do. Chauncey face turned up at her, out of all bitches he couldn't understand how Juice ended up with her. He should've handled Sade better.

"Take ya time, I don't need you back in my face so fast." Juice dismissed her. "Mhmm, make sure those bumb ass niggas don't fuck up my furniture please and thank you." Rocky waved him off grabbing her keys and headed right out the door. He loved showing off.