"Oh shit," I coughed as I let out the smoke.
"Whea you get this shit from?" Marcus asked.
"Shiidd, I stole it," I laughed.
"From who- fuck," Marcus and I tried to hide behind boxes, empty and full, in the stock room since our manager bitch ass came back here.
"I smell weed," This white bitch said. "Who's been smoking weed!?"
"Man nobody smoking weed, the only thing im smoking is yo kid. She dead and gone and she aint never coming back, now go on. Ion got time today. And you better not snitch neither," I told her outta irritation.
This bitch gasped. "How could you say something like that to somebody?" She cried.
"I can say what ever the fuck I want. Yeen gonn do shit," I spat.
"You know what- Im quitting," she cried as she left the room.
"Good, shit. Nobody need you here anyway."
Not my fault her ugly, big, fat ass had a miscarriage last month, she needa finish mourning her death instead of tryna control somebody.
"Damnnn.. you aint have to hit her wit that, nigga," Marcus said.
"Yes I did, her nagging ass, her ass needa die too."
"What if somebody said some shit like that about yo pops?" He asked.
"They aint. Aint nobody that crazy to say sumn about my pops so dont say that dumb ass shit again 'fore i murk yo shii, streets word."
"Okay," He shook his head no and left the back, too.
"Yeah, okay."
"Nigga." I added as I left the back to check the shelves.
I walk in the first aisle and guess who I see? The shorty from the party, type shii. I started to approach her to maybe, you know, start a conversation.
"Wassgood, gorgeous, " I said but she aint pay no attention to me. Infact, this ho walked away from me.
"I know you hear me, shorty-" I tried to say but this li ass nigga ran towards her.
"Nessaaa, look what I gott," He said as he showed her a bag of Trolli's.
"Put them back," she told him then she turned him around and rushed herself and him out the aisle.
Its not like I can DM this bitch because I tried. She aint even open my shit. Its all coo though, shorty gonn come to me when she want a real nigga in her life. Ian finna chase her.
I finished my shift and went to the crib.
"Romeo, you needa take out the trash," My momma told me as soon as I got in front of the door. She was sitting in her monobloc chair, smoking.
"Ight," I said as I was finna open the door.
"And you stink. Take a shower when you finish taking the trash out," She complained.
"Ma, its weed," I said.
"Mm, ion know where you got that shit from, " She put her skinny ahh joint back in her mouth.
"Its yours, bitch," I responded, mumbling the bitch part.
"Oh, maybe you smoking it wrong assum 'cause my weed dont smell like that."
"Okay, momma. I know ion stink," I went into the kitchen, sat my keys down, then started to take the trash out fa her.
"And dont take no more of my weed, boy. Its mine. I paid for it. If you want some, get your own," She came back in the house as I was leaving wit the trash bag full of trash. Still on the topic that I thought was long gone. She should've said that earlier.
"And what I tell you about bringing girls over my house!?"
Keke always leaving her shit over here like she own the place.
"Maaa! Ian bring nobody over here. Damn," I said, lying my ass off as I finally got out the house.
"Nobody told yo nosey ass to go in my room, neither. What I tell you 'bout that?" I said underneath my breath while I walked back inside the house.
"If I see one more pair of pink, yella, green, orange, zebra print, or even hello kitty panties, you getting out," She continued. "Ion got time for you to be thotting with these ugly girls and watching they bald headed ass babies."
"Mhm," I replied. "Ma, you know imma virgin."
"Oh okay, I'll show you virgin, alright. Keep bringing girl over my house and you'll see."
Ignoring her, I went in my room, threw the panties she found in the trash, washed my hands, then got on the game.
