Female Gangster Love Story

3

*Phone Rings*
It's Tiffany

Hazel: yea Tiff

Tiffany: I have your money, where do you want to meet up for it

Hazel: put it through the mail slot at the trap house

Tiffany: okay and how do you know my boyfriend

Hazel: get the fuck off my damn phone

*hang up phone*

I get up and turn the A/C to 75 degrees and go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and wash my face. I walk to the closet and pull out some cargo shorts, some boxers and a black bra, my white Nike socks, my Air Forces and a white tank top. I put robe on and walk to the kitchen and eat some cereal and then smoke me a joint while listening to Notorious B.I.G . After that I walk back to my room and put my clothes on and call Dre

Hazel: aye Dre you got my money

Dre: yea Imma put it through the mail slot like always

Hazel: Ight Dre and after this I don't want you comin to me for this shit no more next time just get a fucking job and make sure no one knows about me or this drug shit I'm doin

Dre: Ight Gangster in the Shadows

Hazel: and if somebody ask you bout that tell them I'm a man and make sure nobody know you used to work for me

Dre: yea

*hang up phone*

I get in my Camaro and drive to the library, where I work. when I got there I see Deon's Range Rover sitting there in the parking lot

Deon: wassup H

This nigga bout to explain to me what the fuck he kissed me for

Hazel: Don't act like shit ain't happen last night

Deon: oh yea about that..... I uhh

He Scratches the back of his neck with a awkward look on his face

Deon: I uhh wanna ask you somethin.... but not here Imma talk to you later bout it

Hazel: Ight whatever man, why you here

Deon: Damn a nigga can't come to the library no more

Hazel: hell nah especially if it's just to annoy me

Deon: I wanted to see where you worked and makin sure you straight

I give a look that says Really Nigga, Deon ain't never do this before, he actin different all of a sudden and what the fuck is so important that he has to talk to me privately

Hazel: yea ok I need to get to work and I think you do too

Deon: yea you right, Imma talk to you later H

I walk into the building and sit at the front desk, grab my book and start reading it,but its not like people come in here to read, they only use the computers and never come up to the front desk so I don't do shit but read books, some people look at me like they ain't never seen a hood chica read before but I don't care bout them.

*its 6:30 pm*

I punch out and leave the building

*phone vibrates*

It a text from Deon

Text:

Deon: Meet me at yo house when you get off

Hazel: Ight

I send the message and drive home

When I get to the house I see Deon in his other car it's a red Fisker. I get out the car and tap the window.

Deon: nice place

Hazel: thanks..... you comin in or nah

Deon: yea hold on

I walk in the house with Deon behind me. We walk in the living room and sit on the couch

Hazel: so wassup what's so important that you had to talk to me priv-

He cuts me off with a kiss, I kiss back as I jump on him wrapping my legs around his waist while he carries my upstairs, throwing me on the bed as he takes his shirt, soon both us are naked in the bed having sex.

It's morning and I can feel Deon's arm wrapped around my waist

Deon: Damn Hazel I ain't mean to-

I cut him off

Hazel:Whatever Deon

I get up and walk to the bathroom

Deon: You mad

Hazel: Nah I'm good I'm bout to hit the shower

Deon: Good Imma join

I look at him in confusion but he ignores me and gets in with me anyway

Hazel: Why you doin this

Deon: cause I want you

I freeze for a minute, A flashback from when we had sex for the first time came across my mind, then I get out the shower and wrap a towel around my body as he get out the shower and grab another towel

Deon: what's wrong

Hazel: what you mean you want me?

Deon: I want you to be my girl

Hazel: oh hell nah Deon you gotta go

I say while puttin on my bra and panties..... yes I wear panties too, then I put a big Miami Heats shirt on.

Deon:why

Hazel: you wit dat girl Tiffany

Deon: fuck her, don't worry bout her Imma leave her man

Hazel: nah bruh Tiffany got a baby on the way

Deon: she was lying man, I told her to lie so her boss could let her leave the streets

Hazel: that mean you must care bout her

Deon: Nah man I don't I jus uhh.....

Hazel: like I said man you gotta go

I say as he puts his clothes on and walks towards the door

Deon: Hazel

Hazel: What

He kisses me

Deon: Imma call you later

He says smirking

Hazel: aye Deon

Deon: was-

I cut him off with a punch to the gut

Hazel: try me again and see what happens

I say smirking

Deon: That's my girl, still got them hands

He says while holding his stomach

Hazel: Deon stop fuckin playin wit me man

Deon: what I did

Hazel: stop being so fuckin nice

Deon: why

He says holding my waist

Hazel: get off me man and take yo ass home or something

He lets go and pecks me on the cheek then, walk to his car and drives off