*Ty's POV*
Today , everybody was at Corey's house just chillin'. Marco wanted to hang with the gang, Why not? Key'Aira been acting weird and mean all day. Whereas Corey been hella Juiced and Gassed ... The Hell? Maya was sitting in my lap trying to distract me from the conversation we were having.
Marco:" Nah , Dogs just don't belong in hot dog factories."
Corey:" It's not like you'll taste him or nothing."
Key:" Will y'all talk about something else?! The topic is irrelevant as f-ck!"
Maya:" KeyKey what's up with you?"
Key:" Nothing! Sh-t!"
Corey:" Girl you better calm yo' tits in my house!"
Key:" DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT THEN, MY N-GGA!"
Me:" Key'Aira calm down! What is it?"
Corey:" She mad 'Cause she was blowing up my phone yesterday while I was getting some."
Key:" CAN THAT BE THE REASON FIRST?! "
Marco:".... The backyard seems like a great place to be right now..."
He nonchalantly made his way out to Corey's backyard.
Me:" Wooaah , You lost your V-Card?"
Corey:" Muh'F-ckin' Right!"
Me:" 'Bout Time."
Maya:" Michael, Shut Up! Tell Us Key!"
Key:" I ALMOST GOT RAPED YESTERDAY AND I TRIED CALLING YOU, COREY! YOU WERE TO BUSY GETTING SOME WHILE I WAS TRYING NOT TO GET SOME! D-MN, COREY! I THOUGHT YOU'D ALWAYS BE THERE FOR ME!"
Tears made their way down here face as she stormed out of his house. Maya chased after her. A couple moments later, Maya comes back.
Maya:" She left."
The look on Corey's face was just "D-mn." My phone vibrated and I told Maya to check it for me.
Maya:" Snitch said SF think they taking your streets. We need to run up."
Me:" Dumb A-ss N-ggas these days."
I went to the backyard.
Me:" Marco, we leavin' come on."
*Marco's POV*
They were dropping me off at home. I wondered where they were going though? And why I couldn't go? When we got in the house, they went to the basement to get some stuff. I snuck to the back seat of the car. Ty was driving his truck, so there's two back seats. I went to the farthest one. I laid down and hid real nice, I hope these are the only people. I heard someone say "Bye Marco! We Out!" and a few minutes later, car doors opened, the trunk closed, and we were off. I peeked through the window, seeing we were pulling up to a house. I saw La'Maya get out and go inside. She got Key'Aira to come out of the house and brought her to the car.
These slick n-gga's probably going to a party! Corey kept trying to apologize to Key for some reason. She kept ignoring him. Almost 15 minutes later, we stopped driving, again. D-mn all these stops! But this time everybody got out. They got stuff out of the trunk, but I was scared to see. They might see me looking. I just waited for 5 minutes after I saw them going into a factory building. Or whatever it was. I hopped out the car, and went inside looking for them. All I heard, were gunshots.
Me:" Sh-t! Ty?!"
I kept calling his name and the others, looking for them. For all I know, they could be set up, being gunned down right now! I ain't cry though, I need to be a man. I might be 12, but I'll beat a n-gga a-ss. Forreal. I kept walking down the halls looking for them. All of a sudden, I got hit in my head and *_Pop Pop_* I fell.
*La'Maya's POV*
I had to sprint to a different room, I almost got caught. But when I was running across the hall, I tripped on someone.
Me:" MARCO!"
Key was on the ground holding his chest, where his blood wound was. We dragged his body to the room I was going to, and locked the door. There were two of StraightFlexer's goons there. I murdered them. Well, it's just a 1-8-7 how I'm killin' these n-ggas. (I'm just making up gang names, y'all! ) I locked the door, and tried to help him. I did mouth to mouth, tried stopping the blood from coming. I texted everyone to meet me in this room. When they got here, we ran for our lives and Marco's. We went straight to St. Rose hospital, and the nurses too Marco to the E.R. D-mn.
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Black Crown Chronicles; First Kings ( TYGA )
Teen FictionNever let no nigga take your plate, you eat that shit til’ you full. You want to run up? You’ll get done up. I don’t play about mines, Trouble Makin Goons come for your ass..Get it til’ it’s gone, Let a nigga know. I ain’t all ‘bout the game. I got...