Love of Life (URBAN)

Chapter 7

Courtney

It was Friday, which was payday. I missed my last two shifts but it's still worth going to pick up my check, I doubt Sgt. Benjamin would let me leave the house but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? I took a shower and put on some sweatpants and t shirt and walked downstairs. "Benji I need to go pick up my check." I told him while he was playing 2K with Terrance. I stood behind the couch and watched them focus on the screen while they skillfully moved their thumbs around the controller. Growing impatient, I cleared my throat. "ACK HACK HEMMMMMMM", I waited a few seconds before yelling his name "BENJI!" I damn near screamed, no answer. How could one be focused so much in a game that they cannot hear me yelling right behind them? I exhaled heavily and shifted my weight on one foot. I heard Cheese chuckling in the corner and I shot a look at him, always laughing at shit that isn't even funny. He shrugged and kept looking ahead. I sat on the chair adjacent to them and played on my phone until they were done. "Ahh nigga you a cheater." I heard Terrance say. "Benji.." I said trying to interject before they decided on a rematch. "Nah nigga, you just a sore ass loser, the fuck I gotta cheat for?" "Benji...." I said a little louder, still being ignored. "Because yo ass can't play, gotta use cheat codes and shit." Terrence replied back, still oblivious to my presence. "Fuck outta he-" Benji started again. "BENJAMIN!" I yelled, satisfied that I got their attention successfully. "Why you yelling?" He simply asked

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past 10 minutes"

"My bad baby, what's up?"

"I need to go pick up my check."

"No." He said, standing up and walking to the kitchen.

"What you mean no?"

"No, negative, not possible, not going to happen, will not transpire.."

"Benji whyyyyy?"I whined

"Because, travelling is still a high risk process for you, if I let you go pick up your check and something happens to you because that nigga is waiting on you then I'll never forgive myself." He explained, opening a bottle of water.

"Benji please, you can go in with me and everything, please." I pouted.

"..........I can't go right now because I gotta get ready for a meeting with somebody, Terrence can take you." Benji said as he gave in. I smiled and looked back at Terrence, who looked dead at Benji. I ran and linked my arms with his, "C'mon best friend" I said him towards the door. "I don't have a good feeling about this...just call em and tell em somebody on their way to pick it up for you." Terrence said. "I have to be there in person" I told him with a hint of attitude. "Look little nigga, I'm not Benji, you wanna play the attitude game you can sit your ass here." Terrence said, I don't exactly know why but I felt like crying. "Damnit Courtney don't cry." Terrence said as he shook his head. "Just don't let her leave your side" Benji said before kissing my forehead and walking away "Nigga you owe me," he said to Benji, then he looked down at me. "You wearing that?" I looked at myself and shrugged, I didn't see anything wrong with it, seeing as though I wasn't going to go anywhere but to pick up my check. "Yea, what's wrong with it?" I asked, maybe I looked too bummy or something. "Nothing, just wondering if you were gonna go put something else on...let's go."

We got in his range rover and he plugged up his phone and put on some fetty wap, his voice was annoying to me so I drowned it out and played Circle on my phone. The music faded out and I looked up, Terrence smacked his teeth and unplugged his phone to answer it. Not wanting to drive in silence, I turned on the radio and flipped through the stations. Yo Bey, they ready...I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself.. I got excited and turned it up, glancing over at Terrence making sure he wasn't paying me any mind.

"I'm with some hood girls lookin back at it and a good girl in my tax bracket, got a black card that let Saks have it, these Chanel bags is a bad habit..." I danced in my seat and got lost in the music.

Terrence

The music faded out of the speakers and I looked down to see someone calling my phone, getting a better look, I saw it was that hoe I bust down last week, I answered it and asked what she wanted. Do you know what this hoe said...a relationship...a motherfucking relationship. The fuck she thought this was? I asked her why she would want to be in a relationship with me and she told me it's because of the way I acted. It was silent over the phone while I thought of all the things that transpired between us. I saw her at the club, took her home, got some head, did some backshots and called her a cab. I don't get it, so I asked. SHE SAID because I called her baby...is she serious? "Baby, I always say baby, that ain't nothing to take serious." I told her, which I shouldn't have, because she just went off on a "niggas aint shit" tirade, which I didn't exactly hate because she's part Jamaican so hearing that accent made a nigga wanna hit again. "I understand, and I'm sorry that I added to the perception that niggas ain't shit, I know what I do is wrong but it's a lifestyle I live and I plan to change that in the near future...can I make it up to you tonight?" I asked, again thinking with my dick and not my head because she was in full Jamaican mode and I couldn't understand a word she was saying, I started to ask her what was she saying but she hung up. I shrugged and put my phone back in the cup holder. I looked over and saw Courtney dancing in her seat, rapping to Nicki Minaj. She was dead lost in the music. I picked my phone up and prepared my song, I'll let her finish her little song but a nigga not driving around blasting Nicki Minaj and Beyonce. Courtney was pretty and all, got my brother turning into a bitch, it's something about her that I just can't put my finger on, it'll come to me one day. I gotta take a piss. Thankfully, the place was right around the corner, we pulled up and hopped out. I scoped the place and looked for anything or anybody hidden or suspicious. I opened the door for Courtney and stood close. I was about to piss myself so I asked Courtney if she would be alright while I went to the bathroom, she nodded yea. I told her to scream or some shit if something went wrong and dashed to the bathroom.

Jamal.

There she is.

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