Ghetto Love Birds™ {Princeton Fan-Fiction}

V. Suspect

Summer

One Week Later

I stared in the mirror at the faint bruise on the side of my face.

Fuck this bruise.

I thought as I covered it up with makeup I had gotten from MAC.

'Cause of this dumbass brawl I haven't been able to go outside in a week. Papa had told me to stay in the house so his connects can check shit out.

He thought it was a serious matter for whoever those bitches were to want to jump his daughter and her friends in the middle of the night in front of everyone.

But I don't know what he thought he was accomplishing by keeping me in the house all week because I'm bond to run into those bitches again soon enough.

I dug in my closet and pulled out my short Tommy Hilfiger jumper with a Chanel crop top and simple pair of fresh out the box Air Force One's. I laid my gold chain across my chest and hooked on my gold charm bracelet Papa had gotten me for my 10th birthday. Every year he adds another solid gold charm onto it.

I picked up a small book bag and tossed a book into it and threw the bag across my shoulder. Swiftly I jogged down the stairs and snatched my keys off the hook.

Time to get back on my shit.

June

I slowly cruised around Uptown with Drake's track Energy playing lowly in the background.

"Shit finally seems to have clam down." I said as we lowkey scanned the usual hangout spots.      "Since shit is cool now you think it's time to pay ol' boy a visit?" Jaze asked, looking towards me.  

"Hell yeah. I think we should bust that nigga in his fuckin' nuts too." Trigga nodded, cocking his pistol back. Prodigy shook his head. "Nigga chill."

I agreed. "Yeah, just relax Triggs. I think we should just speak to the kid B. See what the fuck he knows." Trigga simply sucked his teeth, "Y'all know y'all wanna shoot the nigga too."  We all silently agreed with a shrug. I pulled up to the kid's house and we all stepped out of my Benz. Prodigy rung the doorbell.

The little light skin kid who hosted the party last week appeared at the door.

"Triple T??" His eye widened. "You seem surprised." I smirked, as I pushed my way through the door giving him dap. Daniel took the first seat in the living room and we sat around him.

"What are you guys doing here?" Daniel asked. I lowered my eyes and in a serious tone said,        "We're here to ask you a few questions about that party you threw about a week ago."

Summer

I hopped a cab over to Mula's place. I rung her bell and she quickly buzzed me in.

Unlike me, Mula lived in an apartment building by the Boulevard. Don't get me wrong her apartment was nice as hell. Fresh living room set, plasma TV with AC. Shit was comfortable. Hell we all lived comfortably but, let's be honest. I had the nicest crib out of the crew and the freshest shit.

"Bitch what took you so long!" Mula yelled being nosy. "Damn it's only been five seconds and you're already yelling." I said laughing as I said my hello's to the girls.

"Nah, but where you been? Getting some D?" Baby D asked, lifting her eyebrows up high. I half laughed, "Naw, I had to wait for my moms to leave. Chill on me though." I said putting my hand up.

"Whatever." Mula said waving me off. "Baby D spoke to Daniel." Mula said as she popped her gum.

"When?" Chanel questioned. "A few days after the party. I called his ass." Baby D answered.