With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here,"
I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed.
" I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded.
I...
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JAFAR ELIAS MENDEZ HARLEM, N.Y.
" So why the fuck ol' boy show up to yo spot again?" Kamari questions, passing me the blunt. I grunt, pressing the spliff to my lips and taking a long drag.
After a few moments, I let it out, pulling my locs back outta my face. " shit if I know,"
After da bullshit that happened earlier, I needed ta take some time fa myself and smoke up before I meet up wit my next client. 'Mari pulled up just in time wit two blunts in hand and sum mo weed fa later on. Niggas fasho needed that shit.
He adjusted his fitted cap, spreadin out his legs as he spoke. " Shi you betta than me, woulda been whooped his ass fa allat shit he did. Grimey ass mothafucka,"
I took anotha puff, licking my lips as I wave him off. " Ain't no pressua, forreal. Niggas know how I come,"
Me and that nigga Gio got a long fuckin history, even befo my ex stepped into the picture. It was always just sum back and forth shi wit him. Me and ol boy ain't got the same motha, since pops was a hoe ass mothafucka back in da day. So it always just been some hostile shit.
To keep it a band, it's always been like this cus of some girl. If someone wanted me, Gio would get mad and try to win 'em over. It been like some competition bullshit since high school.
Shit so damn complicated even I can't understand it.
Kamari snorts, snatching the blunt from my hand. " Mhm, that ain't stop him from pushin up on Tori doe."
I glare at him, my lips forming in a thin line. Last thing I wanted to be reminded of is ha smiling ova whateva that nigga shit. Cus ain't shit funny; all he do is fuckin lie like the bitch ass nigga he is.
Kamari scrunched up his nose. " What nigga? I'm telling da truth!"
I lean forward, snatching the blunt outta his hand and takin a couple of puffs. Nigga was ruining my high right na. " You really not but aigh,"
He gives me a look, " So you ain't punch his ass?"
" Neva said that." I answered smoothly, scrolling briefly through Instagram.
" Then why?"
" Why what?" I ask, playing dumb.
Kamari smacks his lips, " Nigga don't play dumb, you know what I'm talkin bout."
I raised a brow in amusement, " If I knew den I wouldn't be askin,"
'Mari stood up from his seat, going on a long ass lecture. " My nigga look at it like this, bro. Boom, you see a gorgeous ass girl, right? She pretty in the face,intelligent as hell, sexy ass body and got a smart ass mouth! Then you see sum ol dude tryna push up on ha — MIND YOU— y'all already been kickin it fa a minute! Watchu bout to do in that situation? Huh? You gon knock his ass out." He stressed.
