Sebastian's POV
5:30 AM *Alarm clock rings*
"Mannnnnnn, what the fuck?" I groaned, I barely got any sleep last night fucking around with Black at Chilis. At least Im not gonna be late to practice. I got up, and got ready immediately because I didn't want no bullshit with my Football Coach, Mr. Jeffers. Nigga be on his period some days like he ain't been getting pussy for months. As I was getting ready, My phone started ringing. It was Chantel.
"Whats good, ma?" I said. Once I heard her speak, I noticed it sounded like she had been crying.
"Hey, I hope this isn't too early to be calling you, but I need your help." Chantel said.
"What's wrong? Some nigga hurt you??" I said.
"No, well... *sobs* Mar... Marcel.. He.. he.. Hit me, and my mom!" Chantel said, Crying hard as ever.
"Hold up, Who the fuck is Marcel?? Some fuck nigga?" I said.
She was silent for a moment. I'm guessing she was still trying to hold up from crying, so I let her have her little moment.
"He's my father, Sebastian. Can you come meet me somewhere so I can talk to you more about it? It's too much to say over the phone." Chantel said.
"I got practice today, but you can come with me, and we can go out and talk about it afterwards." I said.
"That's fine, I'll text you the address. Thanks Sebastian." Chantel said.
"No prob. I'll come scoop you soon."
"Scoop me? What is that?" Chantel said. I'm assuming she's not from Atlanta.
"It means Pull up, come and get you. Haha. But jut sit tight. I'll call you once I'm there."
"Okay." Chantel said.
When I got that call from Chantel, I couldn't do nothing but tried to control my anger. I got anger management problems, every since I was little, I was bad with my temper, But I've improved somewhat once I grew up.
I pulled out my driveway in my other car, a Blue and white Mustang GT. I always dreamed of having a Mustang, so Black surprised me for my 16th birthday and got me one. This was my very first car, so it had some value to it.
When I pulled up to Chantel's neighborhood, I started to notice that it wasn't really all that. They nice some nice apartments, but it was in one of the worst towns ever, Old National in Bankhead. It was either Drug dealers, Thots, or Illegal salesmen out living here. The neighborhood was middle class, but It wasn't much.
I pulled up in her driveway, and called her to tell her I'm outside. When I seen her come out, I noticed she had a mark on her face. It wasn't too noticeable unless if she was close-up to you. She hopped in, not even before she got in, she said
"Oh my god, A mustang?! I love mustangs! When did you get this?" Chantel said.
"Haha, I got it for my 16th Birthday. This was my dream car, so you know I had to get it." I said.
"Wow, you're so spoiled. I wish I had it like you." Chantel said.
"Ha, you can say that. Now let's ride."
I paired my phone to my car's bluetooth, and "Trap Queen" by Fetty Wap was blasting out of my speakers as we rode to my football practice. I was shocked when I heard and seen Chantel singing the song, knowing majority of the words.
"I'm like, hey what's up, hello?
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, Introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip and now she remixin' for low" She sung out loud. So of course I had to chime in.
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Good Things Don't Last
Teen Fiction18-Year-Old Sebastian "King" Jacobs is a Senior at M.D. Ways High School, Football Star and also one of the youngest Drug Traffickers out in Georgia. His Mother, Afene, is a Crackhead, and His Father, Cameron was a Kingpin, showing Sebastian how to...
