Love Crime - ASAP Rocky FanFic

Part Four

Sorry I took so long! If you read it maybe drop me a comment letting me know what you think? Thanks! 

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We started to walk back out of the courthouse. Anne smiled at me. Her smile was nice but pitiful or maybe that's just the way her smile is. I waved back. What am I doing? Letting a guy that I have had about 4 scentences of speech with walk me home. He could be a murderer or a rapist or maybe he's a pedophile. I looked him up and down as he walked. He had on a pair of black jeans that hung low past his ass. A plain white tee and a red and black plaid shirt that was tied around his waist. His shoes were all black Nike blazers and on his head was a SnapBack. Rakim didn't look like he was a bad person. He was kind of cute and he had a nice smile. I decided to trust him - for now.

"So shawty what's your name?" I had forgotten that we had only met each other a few times and he didn't know my name. But shawty? Maybe that's a ghetto thing I wasn't aware of. I thought it was for your girlfriend or something. We exited the courthouse. The streets were empty and in the distance you could hear sirens wailing.  

"It's Marina, I would say friends call me Mina but I don't have any friends but you can call me Mina." he chuckled.  

"Why don't you have friends? You seem alright."  

"It's a long story." 

"I have a lot of time on my hands." I sighed. 

"Well, a boy at my school was shot and killed. Sergeant Jerry thought my brother did it and so he arrested him. Everyone at school believes it was him and because I'm his sister they all hate me. It wasn't him though that's the thing. He was with me that entire evening and every week I go to see jerry to see if he'll let him out but he won't." I looked at Rakim he had a look in his. eyes that said 'Im sorry, I understand.' It wasn't as patronising as Anne though.  

"What's yo brothers name?"  

"Nat, Nathaniel Lopez." he turned to face me.  

"Who was the one who got shot?"  

"Tevin Bronx" he stopped dead in his tracks. A look of horror washed over his face. 

"What's wrong?" he shook his head. 

"Nothing."  

"Did you know him?" 

"Something like that. How old are you Mina?"  

"15 I'm 16 in two weeks. You?  

"I was 19 last week." He voice wasn't as soft as before it had become cold and gritty.  

"Oh cool." We carried on talking about school. Rakim says I should drop out because he did and he's doing alright. Should I? Mom wouldn't care. We talked about all kinds of things, money, clothes, boys, girls, food, newyork. Finally we arrived at my building. The air was thick and hazy now. Dusty almost. I looked at my watch 5:30.  

"So I guess I'll see you around Rakim." he had loosened up a bit since the conversation about Nat and Tevin. 

"Sure, you want me to walk you to school Monday?" I nodded. 

"That'd be nice. Friend." we both laughed.  

"Text me yeah?" I nodded as he crossed the road.  

"Bye!" he turned to wave. I fished my keys from my bag and entered.

Mom wasn't home. I walked over to the fridge and opened it. There was next to nothing there. A few slices of bread, half a carton of milk and a packet of ham which was probably off. I text mom to let her know that she needed to get the groceries. I flumped down on a a chair and sighed. I was hungry but there was nothing to eat so I decided to do some work. I pulled out my books and started to write. After a while of solving equations, checking punctuation and highlighting key words my wrist became sore and my brain became tired. Mum still wasn't home and it was 8 o'clock. Not even a text. That just shows you how much she cared. Suddenly my phone buzzed. Hoping it was a text from mom I picked up my phone and opened the text.

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Heyy. Wat you doing 2nite? 

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Rakim? What did he care? I kind of liked him. He wasn't mean and he had a nice sense of humour. He was 3 years older than me but that didn't matter. He was kind of my friend. I had just met him this afternoon though I decided to reply.

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Nothing why? 

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I got an instant reply.

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Come over. I bored out my mind. All my bros are round but they're all high.  

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I met him this afternoon and he wants me to come over with his high friends. Definatley a rapist. God now I feel stupid. Thinking he was a friend.

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Sorry, I'm not feeling too good. 

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Did that seem persuasive?

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Sure you are, you just think I'm rapist. I'm not I promise :) 

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Shit. Well maybe I should, I have nothing to live for. I text back with 'ok' and put on a pair of jeans and Nat's old top. I hadn't washed it and it smelt of him. If I was going to die I wanted to die in this. It sounds extreme saying 'if I die' but I could. This is Harlem. You can never be too sure. I put in a pair of gold hoops and reapplied my make up. I slid on my black waist length puffa jacket with the synced in waist and pulled on my fake ugg boots. I wrote mom a note to say I was going out and left. It was cold now. The sun had disappeared and in its place was the moon. Big, white and luminous. There were millions of stars in the sky tonight and it looked pretty. A sharp gust of air flew past my cheeks, winding me slightly. I looked both ways and stepped off the kerb. My feet danced one in front of the other until I reached the other side. Rakims building was similar to mine. It was old, decorative but run down. The door was the same and next to it were several door bells. I didn't know which one to press so I just pressed them all. After thirty seconds the door opened. It was Rakim.

"hey!" 

"Sup Mina." he invited me in and shut the door behind me. 

"It's cold outside." 

"It looks it. You want a jumper or something?"  

"Yeah sure, if thats okay." he nodded and led me upstairs and pushed open his door. His apartment was as bad as mine the wallpaper was peeling, the carpet was stained and the furniture was ripped. The sofas and chairs were all occupied with boys around Rakims age. Rakim dissapered for a second and then returned holding a blue zip up hoody. He threw it at me and took my coat from my hands I put it on and zipped it up.

"Guys this is Mina. The one I was telling you about." 

"She's white? You never told us that!" the comment came from a boy smoking a suspicious looking cigarette, he wore a black beanie and sunglasses. The other boys threw polystyrene cups at him. They all laughed. 

"Nigga, don't be racist." another boy spoke. They laughed again. 

"Mina you want a drink or a smoke or something?" Rakim looked at me. 

"No I'm cool." I smiled and he smiled back he gestured to a wooden chair. I sat down. I had never smoked weed, done drugs or got drunk. Nat told me it was a bad thing to get into.

"Shut up faggots." Rakim silenced the rest of the group. They were still chuckling under their breath. 

"this is Mina, her brother is Nat Lopez the one who went down for the Tevin Bronx murder." then they all went silent.