We Didn't Make It

Chapter 4

TW!!: suicidal thoughts

MONTE
(do NOT play song until mentioned)

"What?"

I just dropped the few bombs on Scar. And after all the info I just gave him about last night, he can't take it. Not gon' lie, by his facial expression I cant tell if he in shock or he mad as hell at me.

"So.... you tellin' me... you had the opportunity to get some pussy twice, twice! And you ain't get none?"
None, Monte?" Scar asks, answering my question that he's both. The red light turns green, Scar continuing to drive and I shake my head wit' a small laugh.

We on the way to this lil' spot, picking up some weed from Scar plug. I don't know why he still be goin' to just everybody house, that being the reason we call his ass Scar. Got his dumb ass arrested.

Bout a year or sum ago, these niggas tried to set Scar up. Told him come by and get some grams, and this nigga wen't by his self. They tried to jump him and damn near kill him, but Scar had a knife in his pocket. Almost slicing one of the dudes cheeks clean the fuck off. Left a big ass scar on the nigga face.

And that's how he got his name, whole city heard about it when he went to jail.

My mind got me a lil stressed, I damn sho' do need some weed. I got a lot I been thinking about, and I can't stop. As much as I try.

She been on my mind since she pulled off.

I got so many unanswered questions. I don't give a damn for real, but then again I do. Why last night go down the way it did? Why she ain't roll down the window? And why she ain't leave when she opened that door?

Some reason, her ass is intriguing me. I wanted to fuckin' slap myself when I woke up this morning. Wen't to sleep thinking about her and woke up and her being the first thing on my mind.

I don't know what the fuck going on, but I don't like it.

"Man, I don't wanna talk about it nomo. Besides, I ain't een' want it like that from backshots. I just wanted the dome for real, for real." I shrug, staring out the window. The closer we get, the deeper we get into the hood. My stomping grounds.

"Nah, nah fuck that- wait... hollup. You said ain't want it like that from backshots? So you sayin' you did want it from ole girl? Damn, what's her name..." Scar starts trying remember her name, I suck my teeth.

"Gabrielle, and nah. Same thing."

I look over at Scar, he cracking a smile."Damn nigga, you remember her name?" He tries to tease, I send him a blank stare.

"Don't play wit me right now, dawg." I tell him in all seriousness, he rolls his eyes.

"Nigga, fuck you. That's why you ain't get no pussy bitch." Scar flips me off, I clinch my fist and pinch the middle of my nose.

"Dude, watch yo' mouth for I beat the shit outta you." I point my finger, Scar laughs.

"You wanna talk to her or some? Youn' even know where to find her. Obviously she don't want yo' ugly ass like you thought." Scar cracks, I shake my head.