Slum Queen

Chapter Eight: Assumptions

Gene's P.O.V

When we pulled up to this niggahs house, I changed my mind. "Why are we at Uncle Marcus's house?" She asked. "Obviously I'm here for you because we aren't on good terms ever OBVIOUSLY," I told her. I swear people act like they're slow sometimes.

I told Jariell to take Cal up there because I didn't want to see the punk heffa bitch (@DooleyFunnyAsf).

"Whhhyyy?" he complained.

I blew out a breathe of all the bull shit I was taking in.

"Come on Cal," I said. I got out the car and notice I was alone. I hit the car window and it cracked slightly. They jumped. "Damn!" I said about to cry. "Look at what you made me do?!" I pointed at Cal.

She giggled.

"Your fist!" She said from inside the car. I'm trying to process this . . . . Hold On . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 77% . . . . . . . . . . 84% . . . . . . . . . . . . 91% . . . . . . . . . 97% . . . . . 100%.

WHY THIS PUNK HEFFA BITCH STILL IN THE CAR?!?!?

I laughed at little and unlocked her door. "Get. Out. The. Fuckin. CAR!" She winced but got out. I walked her up to Marcus's house and knocked.

She stood there with her lip out and her arms crossed. I tried to touch her arm but she moved. Typical Cal.

Someone opened the door and I knew that wasn't Marcus but he looked familiar. I don't know where from but his face . . . MY GAY AHH!!!!

"Yes?" He asked. I up and downed the Niggah.

"Is the bit- I mean is Marcus here?" I asked.

"Who wants to know?" He asked.

He really wanna lose his life . . . five . . . . four . . . three . . .

"I'm his niece and this is his son," Cal said noticing my tolerance was short for this man.

"Oh! Come in," he said before moving out of the way.

"Nahh I'm just dropping her off," I told the man. "Make sure she doesn't leave."

He nodded and with that being said I walked back to the car.

When I got in that Niggah Jariell had already fired up a blunt. All he do is smoke.

"Aye dude chill," I told him.

"Why? I'm not bothering nobody," he said about to smoke it. I would be lying if I say I didn't want to hit.

"I got a school life and a job," I said. "I don't need the contact."

Jariell sighed and put it away. I smiled . . . THAT NIGGAH MY WOE FORREAL!

If your homie smokes on a daily and he sacrifices his blunt for you . . . HE REAL.

I started the car and made my way back to the house. I needed to get a few things before we went scavenger hunting for Nana. The drive back was silent but not in an awkward way.

"Awwwee what's wrong with the baby?" Jariell asked as if he was talking to a child. Lorenzo looked like somebody killed his goldfish or something.

"Leave me alone dude," he simply replied.

Me and Jariell busted up laughing. He is really into my cousin huh. When she was here he was all smiley and shit. Now he's looking like a sad puppy.

"What?!" He snapped.

Me and Jariell tried to hold our laughter in. We were turning red. WELL I was . . . Jariell was looking purple. TEAM LIGHT BROWN SKIN!

"I hate y'all," he said. This niggah is acting like a child. I took a picture of him and sent it to Cal. She probably gone spazz out.