New Girl

Chapter 33

Malachi POV:

There's drill blasting in my ear right now, a beautiful girl in the passenger seat and I got a Mamitas Icee but for some reason I don't feel better. When she called me this morning crying I thought that she was hurt or in trouble. When she said that Zae was hurt, I'm not gonna lie, I was a little annoyed but I know she would have done the same thing to him if it was me. That's what I appreciate about Amari, she's real.

I expected Zae to be in the house not in the hospital. I expected to see him with a couple of bruises and maybe a busted lip to laugh at. I didn't expect to see the pool of blood on the floor or hear that he got lined by a treesh.

I don't know why it's bothering me so much. On my brothers life, he's not the first person I know to get lined, stabbed, shot, robbed, or anything really, but for some reason I want to get back for him. Maybe a part of me still sees him as my best friend, or a part of me is mad that whoever did it got to him before I did, or maybe I hate that I had to see Amari cry like that. Whatever the case is, I'm mad as hell.

"I'm pissed bro. That bitch is a known opp thot and Isaiah is a smart nigga, he should have known better." I say honestly. Mari is looking at me intently as I drive and I don't know if I should continue or not.

"That's it?" she raises her eyebrow.

I chuckle and continue. I knew that wasn't going to be enough for her.

"He should have had his shit on him. I've never seen him down bad for some pussy or that trusting of anyone, especially to not walk around with the chop."

I want to know why she lined him and who did it. I can't tell her that though. That would lead into another set of questions and I can't simply say "I'm gonna slide for my ex best friend and have my little sister curb stomp her ass."

I think about calling Alana. Last time I talked to her she and Liyah were still friendly with each other but that was months ago. They stay hot and cold with each other. One moment they're best friends and the next they're fighting.

I decide that once I drop Mari off I'll call her and see if she can tell me anything. If only one of Izzy's friends knew who he was beefing with, this could be so much easier and I wouldn't have to call my ex girl.

I quickly glance at Mari "Are you sure you don't know who Izzy was beefing with?" She shakes her head no

"Only you and you said you didn't do it." She laughs.

I kiss my teeth. Shit, Alana it is I think to myself. We talk the rest of the trip and soon we're back in Brooklyn. She tells me her dad is back in her life so the random pop ups can't fly anymore. That sucks because I never intentionally end up in Flatbush. I think it's dope that she gets to rekindle that relationship with him, I mean she sounds like she wants to anyway.

As I pull up in front of her house she leans over to hug me.

"Thank you for everything." she says and pecks my cheek. Her kiss lingers, They always linger but for some reason this time it tingles. I've gotten kissed by so many people and she is the only person whose kiss has lingered.

"No problem mamita for you anytime, always." I say. She smiles and closes the door. I really don't want to call Alana but she's the only way I can get a name. Before I can reach for my phone to call her my phone starts ringing.

It's Alana. I answer it.

"Yo" I look down at the phone before putting it in the cup holder

"Hey baby boy" She's at home washing laundry. She's got on a pink tank top and the blue plaid shorts I got her that one christmas she begged me to match.