Nique's Chronicles

Chapter 11

Jerome's POV:

It's been a week since I've seen Trish. My nose was still fucked up from getting slapped with a brick. I also had to get my windows fixed. I was up getting dressed early this morning. My boy Terrance was having a celebration today for winning the Championship.

It was a small kick back at his crib this afternoon so hopefully Trish would be there with my homegirl Nique. I promised Terry I would help him this morning with a small job before the party started.

I locked my apartment up and headed to my SUV. I cranked my baby up and pulled off the lot. Kayla was staying with her grandma for awhile so I called her on the way to Terry's house.

"Hello?" Ms. Brenda said into the phone.

"Hey, ma." I said to her, before turning into the highway.

"Hey baby, how you been?" She asked.

"Good, getting ready for Terry's cook out. How you and my babygirl doing?" I asked.

"We're fine. She's right here, hold on." She said before I heard my baby's voice.

"Da!" She yelled into the phone.

"Hey baby." I said to her.

"Da Da!" She giggled. She started babbling into the phone. I kept responding to her as if I understood what she was saying. After talking to her for awhile, we said our good-byes. I promised to come see her this weekend before hanging up. I talked to her the whole way to Terry's. His mom had them living in the white folk's neighborhood.

"Yo!" He yelled to me, before hopping in.

"What's good man?" I asked when he dapped me up.

"Chilling, aye I need to stop at D's house to drop this off." He said, before pulling out 10 grams.

"Oh, word." I responded before pulling out his driveway.

"How you and Trish?" He asked while typing on his phone. His ass was smiling hard as a bitch so I figured it was Za'Nique's ass.

"Complicated, and who the hell got you smiling so damn hard over there?" I joked.

"Man, fuck you. I ain't even smiling nigga. So shut yo dumb ass up." He grunted at me.

"You sure? Cause your dimples popping out your cheeks like Naomi's tits." I joked again.

"Alright, you got jokes huh? Don't let Trish hear that shit. And I told you stop bringing up that bitch name." He said.

"First of all, don't call Naomi no bitch, ight?" I responded, starting to get irritated with his ass.

"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you fell in love with my first love and got her pregnant right? So I ain't allowed to call her no bitch right?" He spat back at me. I wanted to say some smart shit back but I knew he was right. Naomi was a hoe, which is true. But she knew how to love a nigga man. It wasn't right but it happened. I didn't mean to catch feelings for the broad but shit, I mean shit happens. Naomi came around during a time when Trish and I were not doing so well. I confided in her about our problems and soon fell in love.

I bit my tongue and continued driving until we got to the spot. While I waited for Jerome, I started grinding down my weed. Jerome and I are like brothers, we don't smoke at all. He has asthma so he can't smoke anyways. However, I don't. I just choose not to. But ever since Trish dipped out on a nigga I been facing blunts left to right.

After I had finished rolling up, I slid my tongue down the gar and set my joint in the cup holder. Jerome had finally gotten back in. For some reason, it was cold as shit today. We both had on long polo shirts with bubble jackets. Terry had on his black timbs and I had on my khaki's. This weather is bipolar as hell, yesterday it was warm enough to go swimming butt ass naked. Now it feels like it could snow.