Wrong Gender (BoyxBoy)

The Fight

I hate coming to see Al. He live in a ratchet ass complex. There’s always crack heads running wild everywhere, little bad ass kids, and fights breaking lose. Every time I come over it seems like someone is always yelling WORLDSTAR.

When I walked up, he was already smoking a blunt.

“Nigga, that better not be a blunt.”

“You took too long shawty.”

“I had fallen asleep Al, my fault. It’s just been rough the last few days ya know? That’s the first time I actually slept.”

“I understand how you feel don’t worry.  I got more bags in the house.”

I sat down next to him and he passed the blunt. It was damn near a roach now, but it was better than nothing. We sat there and talked and joked around. Everything was going good so good and then a all black dented up Pontiac pulled up. “Aw shit!”  Al said. Before the driver even got out the car I knew who it was. Al’s girlfriend, Alisha, popped her big ass out the car already cursing me out.

“Bitch, didn’t I tell you when I catch you we fighting! What the fuck is good mama?” Alisha screamed, ratchedly.

To be honest, I wasn’t in the fighting mood, so I just sat there unbothered.

“Oh… so now you don’t have nothing to say Aaliyah, but you was talking all that shit on twitter. You was saying how you been doing all this shit with my man right…So what’s good?

I had to keep in mind that I was really a man and I was way stronger than this little ass girl.  I tried everything to keep my cool. I tried counting to 10 and all.

“Girl ain’t nobody arguing with you. I don’t do the arguing, so if you want to hit me then hit me but until then go somewhere.”

Before I knew it, this girl had my hair in her hand. I instantly started swinging because this aint Brazilian. My hair is the real deal. After getting this bitch on the ground, people began to crowd around. At this point, I heard people screaming WORLDSTAR and then I seen a man push through the crowd and he broke us up. She was all messed up in the face. I had a few scratches, but I was good. This man was all yelling at me like “You don’t live here and you need to leave before I call the police.” So that’s what I did and I already was too familiar with St. Louis’s Finest.

When I finally got to the house it was only 12:45AM. I wasn’t even at Al’s house that long before something happened. It seems as if trouble always seems to find my ass no matter where I went. And the worst part about all of it was that I didn’t even get to tell Al that I was moving to a small town in Indiana which was about 10 hours away.