Swing My Way: Freshmen year

CHAPTER 8 : BE REAL WITH ME

Its been about a good two to three weeks since Jada has been to school. Jacolby, Clayko, and D'Angelo noticed. Around this time they were about to get out on Christmas break.

At two'oclock the bell rang and school let out. As usual Jacolby and Clayko were near each other. Jacolby walked to the passenger side of the car while Clayko unlocked the driver door.

They got in.

Jacolby turned on the radio, changing it to his favorite radio station. They backed out, and pulled off. " So I think I finally got an idea about how we gone find the niggas that robbed us.", Clayko said, staring straight. Jacolby looked at him in disappointment. " What man ? Besides they pulled up on us in some all black shit." He said playing his hand on the side of her face. " Simple, this shit went down during the party right ? Yea so what. All we gotta do is throw another one."
Jacolby began shaking his head, " That sounds retarded."

" But pull over at Zaxby's , I ain't had no wings in a minute. You got some Zaxby's money fool ? Shut up, you know I got money.

JACOLBY'S POV -

So the car stops and the doors open. We step out ." But we'll talk about it later cause I am hungry as fuck." We began walking up to the building and walked in and sat in a booth. A employee walked by with a mop. " Aye his shoes fye, they slick remind me of........ahhhh shit."

" Nigga what ?!" , clayko asked looking around.
I whispered " Then your shoes..."
"What !" He stood up. I got him to sit back down. " He was either one of the niggas that robbed us or he know who did it. "
We both brainstormed. " You know what we gotta do right? I gotta idea.

So we sat in Clayko's car and waited til we saw him leave which wasnt til ten that night. So as soon as he busted through the doors, I jacked him up by his shoulders dragging him to the part of the building where they're no windows. Clayko followed with his gun out. I had shades on my face while he had a full face mask. He pistol whipped him.

Later that night we was in the car, with ol'dude laid out in the back. " So how we gone do this. Like we gone be on some good cop bad cop shit or what.", I asked. " Naw nigga more like Denzel Washington training day type shit.", he said. " okay cool."

I woke him up. He mumbled something under his breath. Clayko punched him, " Repeat yourself fool."
"Ouch! ,where am I ?!" His response let me know shit was bout to get real. " In hell if you don't pray."

" So my man , where you get them shoes from. All this over som........Ughhh" he punched him again. " I ask the questions, you sit ur lil bitch ass down and listen or end up in Grady with a concussion, your choice." He shut up. " So imma ask you agian, where did you get your shoes?" He did nothing but stare at the floor. Clayko then pulled out an handgun , coaked and pointed straight at his head. He was even close enough to the point where his gun was touching his head. I looked away but I could hear him taking the safety off. Oh shit, please tell this man what he wanna know. I really don't wanna see my best friend catch a body.

I could see his finger clinching back." OKAY OKAY I GOT THEM FROM MY NIGGA D. WHO THE FUCK IS D?! ." Wait what ?!.HIS NAME IS DE'ANGELO.

we looked at each other. Then both punched him knocking him out, " Fucking snitch." I pray to God this aint the De'angelo we been cool with this whole school year. We dropped his unconscious body off at the nearest corner then went home. I asked my mom could I spend the night at Clayko house so we could stay out tonight, but now shit just getting hectic.