The Story Of A Phat Girl [3] (Urban)

Chapter {58}

[Easter]

Yori Pov:

"Nah, ion care what you say shawty disrespectful as fuck for that." Dre scoffed leaning back in his seat sipping on his beer as his eyes narrowed into slits staring at something on the other side of the backyard.

"Dre just drop it man." Lou sighed in annoyance taking a quick glance over his shoulder before shaking his head and focusing back in on the conversation.

Closing the lid back on the grill I grabbed my beer from off the table before reclaiming my previous seat next to Carter who was snacking on a bag of chips.

"The hell y'all talking about now?" I asked intrigued on what had Dre glaring so hard while Lou looked somewhat disappointed.

"Mani apparently done brought a date with her knowing damn well Lou was going to be here." Amir filled me in while Dre snorted in response finally taking his eyes off of ol girl and her corny looking date.

She was trifling as fuck for that and couldn't nobody tell me different.

"Lou, just say the word and me and Kaleb will run up on that nigga." Dre stated seriously pointing at the brown skin guy next to him who had small, slanted eyes that held mischief in them.

From the look in his eyes and the smirk playing upon his lips I knew he was just as reckless as Dre if not more.

"On God, what that nigga NLE Choppa say, walk em' down, walk em' down." Kaleb rapped dancing in his seat as Dre grinned happily joining in.

"Walk down on em' in Balenciaga Runners." Dre rapped just as hyped throwing his foot up upon the table pointing at his Balenciaga sneakers.

"Y'all retarded." Carter snickered looking at them in amusement while finishing up the last of his chips.

"What MLK say?" Dre asked deep in thought snapping his fingers trying to remember what he was about to say. "If freedom don't ring, the choppa gon ring or some shit like that." He quoted making a gun with his pointer and thumb finger pointing at Mani's date who stood on the other side of the backyard with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist was completely oblivious to being the topic of our conversation.

"If yo slow ass don't chill before you get us caught up in some shit." Chris huffed aggressively smacking Dre's hand down as we all busted out laughing. "And that's definitely not how the quote goes." He sighed like a disappointed parent.

"This nigga knows damn well MLK ain't say no shit like that." I said through my laughter while Dre kept that goofy grin on his face paying Chris zero mind.

"It ain't even that deep and I've been over her ass." Lou stated confidently but we all seen through the bull shit, and it was apparent he was hurt by her bringing another dude to our family function. "Maybe she finally found that 30-year-old nigga she was looking for." He tried to joke as he let out a small awkward fake laugh.

"Man, fuck all that you betta' hit ol' girl on some Pretty Ricky shit." Amir scoffed standing to his feet and clearing his throat as I facepalmed myself already knowing he was about to do something stupid. "It ain't nothin' but a numberrrrrrrrr." He sang all offbeat mocking Pleasure P doing a quick two step.

"It ain't nothing but a nuuuuuuummmmmberrrrrrr." Dre joined in standing up and mocking Amir's dance sounding just as terrible.

"It ain't nothing but a numberrrrrrrrrr, heyyyyyyy. You saaaaayyyyy it's because of my age girl!" Amir continued pointing at nothing getting louder as he gripped at his chest really getting into the song.

"But age ain't nothing but a numberrrrrr." Dre, Caleb, and Carter sung while Lou facepalmed himself in embarrassment as people started to look over at our table in amusement at the great value version of Pretty Ricky.