𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄.

chapter three.

𝗦𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗟𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘅.
𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚡 .

That deep ass voice came from behind me, so I turnt around and seen some trip.

Ian know who folks was but he had a red cup in his hand, a hat on and he had like three inches above my height.

I was like six feet tall so he was at least 6'3.

He was one tall nigga on me, he might pay for the NBA. Then again he was at this random block party so I doubt it.

"Huh?" Is how I responded cause what he mean?

Why wouldnt I be? He slow or something?

He used the hand he had his cup in and pointed to my eyes. "You blinking hella hard jit. You look like you constipated and gotta puke."

"That aint got nun do with you." Fuck wrong with em. He came outta nowhere. Ion even know him.

And Ian Ina mood right now. Shorty pissed me off all over again.

But Muthafuckas too friendly at these parties no joke. Cause what if I was a black market sellar tryna sell yo organs.

Now you dead and organless all cause you wanted to talk to someone you aint know.

"You right, but I seen you mugging yo phone like somebody pissed you off and then downing that good shit like you was ona mission. Don julio aint no joke, and so I was tryna figure out if you was about to sit ina corner and cry because you looked emotional."

I gave this nigga a blankstare. I wasnt ina mood to be dealing with this funny shit. "The fuck you want."

"Damn." He laughed, showing off his braces. "I was right, somebody did piss you off on yo phone cause you got an attitude nie."

"Thats creepy as fuck son, get on for real."

"Hows dat creepy? I was just tryna be a good citizen and see if some dude who looked like he was about to burst into tears was aight."

"Tears? You got jokes." Aint no crying over here.

"Jokes? Who jokin?" He started walking a little bit closer to me, so I backed up and placed a hand on my side where I kept my switch.

He trying it. Ian afraid to light him up right here, right na.

He kept walking until he was about a inch away from me. I was about to slide my switch out when he reached over me and grabbed something off the table. He backed up and smirked a little bit.

"Calm yo trigger happy ass down. I was just tryna get the julio off the table." He waved it up in my face.

"Ian trigger happy, Ion know you suh and you was all in my space. But you lucky I aint cause muthafuckas here like twans from Detroit. Theyd fuck you up just looking at them the wrong way." This is Houston texas. Nun else to say.

"Are you deadass repping a city that aint yours to try and make yo city sound betta?" He laughed again. I was dead sick of hearing it already and it was only the second time I heard it. It sounded condescending and Ian like that. "Thats some lame ass shit."

"You sound bout retarded as hell. I was born in the big D, but den moved down here four years ago. I rep both proudly. Fuck outta here witcho know it all ass." I tried to walk around him cause this dude was getting on my nerves more than lehlani, but he blocked my way.