Blame It On The Streets-YG Love Story

Chapter Thirteen

Jayden POV

I wake up with my head pounding. I take 2 advil and make my way to the bathroom.

I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. Then brush my hair before heading downstairs. I see Jermain and Slim playing madden. And Jerimiah and Keenon sitting on the couch talking.

I go over and sit by Keenon putting my legs on his lap.

"You just wake up? " He asks placing his hands on my leg.

"Yup" I say looking at my phone.

"Aye wanna come with me? I have to go to the doctor's then stop at my mommas house" he asks playing with my ankle Bracelet.

"Sure"

"Aight niggas we'll be back" Jerimiah nods.

"Whatever" Jermain says his eyes not leaving the tv.

"You ain't driving this time " Keenon says getting in the driver seat.

"Who said I wanted to drive your gay car? " I ask getting in the passanger seat.

"Oh you think you too good fo my car jus cuz you ridin in that Benz huh?" He says chuckling.

"Yup. For being a thug you ain't got that nice of a car" I say looking at my nails.

"Oh hell nah" He says under his breath pulling out if the drive way. And I laugh to myself. I was just kidding His bmw was pretty damn nice. But mines is better.

"So what are we going to the doctor's for?" I ask him.

"Check my leg see if it's healing good.Get my kast taken off."

"You got any gum or anything?" I ask looking around.

"Don't Jayd-" he says as I reach to open the glove compartment but it was too late. I see a pistol wrapped in a red bandana. And I shake my head.

"Why do you have that in here?" I ask with attitude evident in my voice.

"Protection" he says as if it's nothing. I cross my arms and turn my head. I hate the fact that they live this way. I feel Keenon reach for my hand. But I pull it away.

"There you go with that stank ass attitude. We was just fine befo yo nosey ass open it. So technically this yo fault." He says looking at me.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have it in here" I say in an obvious tone I notice us arrive at the hospital and he parks.

"Well maybe you shouldn't be nosey" he says shrugging getting out the car.

I get out and walk with him inside the building.

"Well may-"

"Just shut up" he says putting his finger to my lips grabbing my hand interwining out fingers.

Who does this negro think he is?

"Hi my name is Keenon Jackson I had an appointment at 12" He tells the receptionist she looks at the paper work.

"Yes, follow me" she says smiling at us leading us down a hallway to an empty room.

"Dr. Johnson will be with you in a few" she says before walking out closing the door behind her. We sit on the chairs against the wall.

"I don't like you" I say looking at him.

"You know you love me" he says smiling wide. I laugh shaking my head no.

"You know you do" he says leaning closer to me.

"No" I say shaking my head.

"Say you love me" he says bringing his face close to mine.