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Chapter Fourteen

JINX'S POV

"Man I love this shit," I say blowing smoke out of my mouth and throwing my head back. Ana and Von helped me out a little and now I'm getting the hang of smoking. I mean I choke and cough every now and then, but not as much. I look over at Ana and she's blowing smoke into Von's mouth. I smile at them and continue to smoke my blunt. Some may say I'm changing, but hell I call it doing what the fuck I always wanted to do.

"Vonnnnn call one of your niggas over, I'm tired of looking at y'all booed up. Bring me somebody." I command. Von nods his head and pulls his phone out to call somebody.

After he hangs up the phone, someone bursts through the trap door. Dang whoever he called made it here fast. I fix myself on the couch to look presentable for whomever this is.

"Von what the hell you doing bruh? I've been calling you." The voice says. I automatically recognize the voice and know its Marquez. He walks into the living room and sees us. He looks at me with disappointment and shakes his head.

"I know your ass aint in here getting high when you just found out your "best friend" has cancer and could possibly be laying in her death bed. You should be ashamed." He says while walking towards me.

"Shut the hell up," I yell taking another puff of the blunt.

"Im just saying, thats mad disrespectful bruh..."

"Marquez you must be damn near dumb. She's the one who's disrespectful. You were there when she kicked my ass out of the room. Ian even do shit; I just wanted to check up on her ass. She's like a sister to me; all I wanted to do was make sure she was good and help her through this struggle, but she wanna be stubborn as fuck. Plus she aint even tell me, but she told Aiden. That nigga can't hold water. So consider how I feel before you come for a nigga, okay?" I say with tears welding up in my eyes. Jordan really hurt my feelings; Ana doesn't give a fuck, but I'm sensitive as fuck. But best believe imma let her have it the next time I see her. Marquez sits beside me on the couch and pulls me into his lap.

"I can't stand a sensitive ass hoe." He says, rubbing his hand across my thigh. First he yelling at me and now he holding me... All I know is that he better not smash this blunt.

MARQUEZ'S POV

Jinx gone always be that girl to me bruh. When I seen her on that couch, I knew then I was ready to hurt her little feelings and not give a fuck, but she got all teary eyed and shit and ion like seeing females cry. So, you know I had to bring my gentleman side out and comfort her or some shit, but Imma finish up this blunt for her though. I take the blunt from her and take a long as puff before blowing it into her face. I only blow the shit in her face, because she makes this funny ass facial expression. I chuckle before taking another puff. I can tell that Jinx is high as hell by the way she looking at me. She begins to play in my hair, and I can't lie it feels good...Makes a nigga wanna go to sleep. As my eyes begin to close, her hands stop and I feel her lips pressed against mine. I don't know what she doing, but Im not about to stop her. She turns her body, so now she is straddling me and deepening the kiss. I put my hands on her thighs and pull her closer, if that's even possible. We were so close I swear I could feel her heartbeat and it was beating fast as fuck. She finally breaks the kiss and looks at me with a small smile.

"I knew you couldn't resist a nigga for too long," I say with a smirk on my face.

"That was just a test...Remember when I said you'll need me before I need you?" She asks me, rubbing her lip gloss off my lips. "And it looks like you need me more than ever now." She then rubs her hands against my man and its hard as fuck. She then winks and gets up, grabs her purse, and walks out the door. I know damn well Jinx ain't just get a nigga all worked up and leave. I glance over at Ana and Von to see if they saw this little scene and sure enough they both looking and laughing their asses off.