HIS-Story

HIS-Story~7

"I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops!" That was all I heard this morning. Ever since Shawn heard that on Twitter, he became addicted and started to sing it over and over again. At first it was funny, now it's getting on my damn nerves.

I stormed out of my room and walked into the kitchen to see him cooking breakfast while singing that damn song. "Nigga, shut up." I said loud enough so he can hear me over his voice and the sizzling of the bacon. "Enough is enough."

He looked at me dumbfounded, before a evil smirk played on his face. "I just fucked you bitch in some Gucci flip flops." He said slowly. "You should of been at the skating rink last night, hoes was piling up to sit with us. But Shanice ass pushed them away with her loud ass voice." He soon frowned and turned back to the stove.

"Aren't you dating April?"

"Aren't you dating April?" He mocked me. "Why you sound like that?!"

"Sound like what? What do I sound like?" I leaned on the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room.

"A bitch!" He yelled before turning back to me. "You sound like a pussy whipped bitch! Did Amber cut your balls off or something?"

I sucked my teeth and waved him away. "Get out of here with that shit. I ain't a bitch, faggot. And if you sing that shit again, I'll cut your balls off. Meek mill looking ass, that's why Nicki is the man of the relationship."

All he did was chuckle, because we all knew Shawn looked smack like Meek mill, but younger. Nothing can convince him he does not. I walked back into my room and laid back down in my bed; hoping I can get some sleep before going to work.

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I walked into my new spot, head held high as I walked past the security acting like waiters and waitresses in the new restaurant John opened up. I went through the back, past the kitchen and to a white door that lead you into the freezer, but also another door that lead you to the drug money. With a swipe of my key card (21st century technology now a days) I went through the door to get patted down by Big G.

"Look man, you need to start buying me dinner before you touch all over me like that." I joked, earning a low chuckle from him.

"You crack me up kid." He patted my shoulder, making me walk to a round table full of dirty money and John standing behind it with hungry eyes. John always had eyes full of dollar signs. Who wouldn't! But he was obsessed with earning money. It's a good thing that he saves it up instead of spending it all.

"Sup cuz." He greeted with a huge smile. "I owe you so much right now, I got all my money back and the trafficking business is going great."

"Wasn't the five gran enough?" I said with a straight face. You can call me stupid or not, but I don't like earning extra pay on the side, it makes me feel like I owe him more favors now.

John chuckled. "Nah man. Listen, my brand new club is opening up today, why don't you come and bring along April and her friends? How's April anyway?"

I side eye him. Like I said, April is my homegirl and since she's my homegirl I gotta protect her, even from my cousin that fucks every girl he lay eyes on. Even Shanice, with her hoe ass.

"She's with Shawn now."

John sucked his teeth. "His meek mill looking ass. That's some bullshit. But you coming though."