I sat in my room on the edge of my bed. I felt ashamed. Disgusted with myself. I wonder if she recognized me. I couldn't read her face expression. It was blank.
"I can't believe she's my aunt", I said in a whisper.
All that was going through my head was all that went down that night.
"Yo, Meel!", One of my niggas, Smoke, called out to me from across the street. I walked up to him and dapped him up.
"What up, fool.", I responded with a slight smirk on my face. "What you up to, nigga?"
"Nothin man. Just chillin. Probably bout to go with Vante and Scoota to fuck wit some hoes.", Smoke said playfully.
"You Hell, man.",I laughed.
"You gone roll wit me or nah?", Smoke asked me. I just looked at him for a second. "You might as well. You ain't got shit else to do."
"Alright, fam. Just for a little while tho. I ain't tryna Fuck with no hoes all day.", I said a little serious.
"Yea cause yo insane in the fuckin brain ass bitch gone kill you if she find out.", Smoke laughed hard. Coughing and trying to catch his breath. I laughed a little too.
"Man, she ain't insane. She just got trust issues.", I said.
"Nigga, whatever. They don't call her Crazy Tracey for nothin.", he managed to say, still laughing.
We walked across the street back to my car. I drove a 2015, matte black, Hummer with matte black rims. It was simple but expensive. I hated driving my car in the hood but that's where all my childhood friends were. We didn't always live the luxury life. I remember when we were living the struggle. But my parents managed to come up. It took a little while but they did it.
We made it to Vante's house in like 10 minutes. He and Scoota were sitting on his porch hittin a blunt. Vante was the oldest out of all of us. He was 18 and the rest of us was 17.
We got out the car and headed to the steps. "What's up lil gents." Vante stood up and met us at the steps.
"What up, nigga? Where the hoes at?", Smoke laughed and dapped Vante and then Scoota.
"They inside nigga. Wit yo thirsty ass!", Vante said playfully. "What up, superstar?", Vante dapped me up. Ever since we moved out the hood Vante called me superstar. I guess it's because of the way I'm living now.
"What up, ugly ass nigga." I spat back but in a playful tone.
"I'm surprised you came, nigga. You know Crazy Tracey gone whip that ass.", Scoota laughed. The rest of us laughed too.
"Tracey ain't gone do shit. She don't run shit round here.", I defended myself.
"Yea, we gone see.", Scoota grinned a little.
"Then get yo ass in there and get you some pussy. Unless you gone bitch out.", Smoke tested me. I ain't no bitch. I loved my girl but I wasn't gone let my niggas bitch me out like that.
"Fuck it.", I said aloud, but more to myself.
We all went inside. There was a group of cute females sitting on the couch waiting for us. There were six of them but only four of us. They all looked at least 25 and older.
"Nigga where the Fuck you find these sexy ass women at?", Smoke rubbed his hands together and licked his lips seductively at the women. They all giggled.
