An Urban Story: The American Dream 1

Chapter V: Nothing like some chemistry

NYLA

I was heated. How dare this bitch come at me like that; She doesn't know me and I dont know her ass either, yet she had the audacity to step to me.

"The cup was real unneccesary." Kenneth said in an annoyed tone as he let me go outside. I spun around with quickness.

"The fuck do you mean nigga? You got your bitches comin' in here coming at me all crazy and what I was suppose to let her beat my ass. That bitch don't fucking know me bruh. I'll fuck her up!" I screamed at him.

"You done?" He asked calmly. He was really starting to piss me off.

"Ughh! You know what, fuck you, fuck your bitch, fuck both y'all lives and don't ever talk to me again cause if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be in this position. You making it seem like it was my fault you got psycho hoes on your tip. Nigga you ain't shit." I said as I sped walk away. I wasn't about to sit up here and let him disrespect me, I wasn't gunna let anyone disrespect me, period. I stormed into my house and did the one thing that made me happy, counting my money. In two weeks I had made $11, 275, the most I've made thus far. I sighed and put the money in shoe box. I took a shower and laid in my bed, my head was throbbing, and it made it hella difficult for me to sleep, but before I knew it I drifted into the darkness.

KENNETH

"You forreal? I never knew Young Simba could fight." Rodrick commented as I finished my story at lunch.

"Yeah, but now i'm on her shitlist, if I had a dollar for everytime she cussed me off last night, i'd be richer." I shook my head but they just laughed.

"I hope she's alright, she hasn't texted me back and I haven't seen her all day." Ranae said.

"She's fine. How do you communicate with someone so damn hardheaded?" I asked.

"Just be calm, Nyla is really sweet at heart, she's just rough around the edges." Ranae explained.

"Why do I get the vibe that Kenny Ken is feeling Young Simba?" Rodrick said with one eyebrow raised.

"Nigga, shut up. Ain't nobody worried about that girl." I said kissing my teeth. To be honest I wasn't, after the shit she pulled yesterday it proved she wasn't shit but another hoodrat.

"Whatever you say." He said sarcastically, "Now you see that girl right there," He exclaimed pointing to some girl with a big ass, "that's the wifey type. Come to daddy girl." He said as he jumped up to chase her. Just as Rodrick left Nyla walked outside to our table. I couldn't help but feel my attraction to her all over again, she was just so damn independent but hardheaded but I liked it. A challenge didn't come often for me and that's what made her special.

"Look who's coming." Landon smirked.

"Nyla! I missed you girl, you had Kimpson on my ass all class about you." Ranae said as she hugged her.

"Yeah, well Kimpson is for later." She said as she took a seat.

"So, how you doin' Mike Tyson?" Ranae teased.

"I see big mouth over here just couldn't keep his mouth shut, huh?" She said looking at me.

"Nope. But i'm glad you whopped her ass." Ranae said.

"I'm not, I mean of course i'm happy that I beat her ass cause she damn well deserved it, but I could've just bounced and avoided the whole situation." She said truthfully.

"It's whatever, fuck that bitch." Ranae laughed.

"That's what I said." Nyla smiled.