Made For Me

North vs South

Giselle Pov:

"What's up Bey? Your name buzzing all around the bity." Somebody chuckled, making me look up from my phone. To my surprise, it was Rah posted with folded arms. Immediately I looked around for my brother and Quan who were nowhere to be found. All I know is he better not try me while it ain't nobody here to save him.

"You know how that shit goes." I kept calm, cramming my phone into my pocket, giving the boy my full attention. "What you got going on?" Last time I spoke to him, he was on some other shit. So I was confused on why he was speaking to me now.

"Nothing." He smirked, knowing what I was asking, but he wanted to see me sweat. The boy had caught me off guard purposefully, wanting to see if he could get me uncomfortable. "Just waiting for my daddy to die. You know?" Raheem laughed. The nigga was about to test my gangsta, I could feel it.

"Nah, I don't." I bit my tongue. Only because I didn't know where my brothers were, and out of pure curiosity. "You need something?" I'll let him know how much he got my uncle fucked up later.

"I heard you into it with my homeboys." Rah stated looking at some pants that he couldn't care less about. I knew that nigga rocked with the North, doing anything to defy his father. Any attention from the man was okay with him wether it was good or bad. Knowing that he was cool with those same niggas didn't surprise me.

Lame niggas hang with other lame ass niggas.

"You heard wrong, I ain't into with nobody." Especially those niggas. "Somebody giving out false information." If they around here still dwelling over that, I know they can't be getting any money.

"Heard you came to my boy's little party, guns blazing over your lady." He started trying to jog my memory of the events I claimed to know nothing about. "You and Quan took my brothers' stick's." He kept on.

"Nah, I don't recall, nothing like that." Who he supposed to be, though? "But if I did jit?" I hope he doesn't call his self about to check me.

"I'm saying that ain't the killer I know." He whispered lowly as a group of people walked by. "About a hoe? You're spiraling." Rah scoffed, wanting a reaction out of me, but I didn't give him the pleasure. I'll show him what spiraling about hoe really looks like. I'm going to kill that nigga for speaking on my girl like that.

"Beyoncé you good?" Gucci asked from behind the boy.

"Always." I sized the boy up. "Jit ain't talking about nothing." As far as I'm concerned, he was just running his mouth.

"Actually, I was talking about that lame shit your sister did the other night." Raheem turned around, coming eye to eye with my brother and Quan. Gucci was the type to give the benefit of the doubt, and ask questions first. Quan on the other hand wanted smoke as soon as I told him about all that hot shit Rah was on the other day.