Don't Judge the Thug

Monday

Most niggas hate Monday but I love her. If Monday was a female I bet she'd be a bad bitch who ain't care bout nobody. I mean it make make sense. She must not care cuz she keep coming around. And niggas like me get paid when she come. Forget a Friday pay check.

The fiends come out for their weekly re-up on Monday. The connects import everything on Monday. But this Monday I was at the trap making the money that ain't registered, registered. Then this bitch Lisa comes in. Fuck her and fuck her mother for naming her the same name as my mother.

"Prince, I really miss you," she tried to hug me.

I pulled out my gun and cocked it in her face. "Hoe I swear on my mother if you touch me, come near me, fuck that. If I even catch you thinking bout me bitch I'm going to have your body ten feet under."

Lisa backed up and just smiled at me. Lisa was pretty. She would be considered beautiful cuz hoes don't get that title.

"Trelly don't be like that. You don't miss me?" She frowned. "I'll leave if you answer. If you look me in the eye and tell me honestly."

She was kinda right. I fell for her hoe trap. Thinking she was cuff material. "Nope, now get out." Sike. I liked her but I never fell in "love" and I don't think I can. Fuck the hoe called love. I'm too busy having a three-some with Monday who keep bringing her bitch named Money.

***

I was busy collecting money from my workers and I almost forgot about Elle. I was gonna get her from work and bring flowers for her. Lilies is what Rina said she loves. 

I got to the school in no time. She was coming outside right on time.

I walked out the car and her co-worker saw me and smiled. "Elle!" I call to her. She turned to me in shock but smiled. I don't do shit like this. Only because she was chill, beautiful, and I had an interest.

"What you doing over here Trell?" She asked.

"I came to pick you up," I smiled and have her the flowers. "I was gonna ask if I could take you out tonight?"

"You do this often?" She blushed.

"Nah, it's obvious?" I said. She laughed a little. Damn she was fine. She had on a business suit but a matching skirt instead of pants. Her thick, long, curly hair was pinned to the side and she had on some reading glasses.

"No it's nice. I like it. Thanks," she smiled. It got quiet for a bit and she looked down at the ground. "So where we going?"

I smiled and took her hand. "It's a surprise." I only said that cuz I ain't know my damn self. I had a picnic basket and a blanket but only parks I could think about is in the PJ's. And then there's prospect park. Sounds like a plan.

We were in the car quiet for about five minutes then I spoke. "You alright?"

"Yeah I'm good," she smirked and glanced at me.

"So you don't go clubbing. But what do you do for fun?" I asked.

"Well I love to sing so I like going to concerts, karaoke, and just vacations."

"Ooh, I got a singer with me! We should do a duet," I smile.

"You can sing?" She chuckles.

"Yeah, why you say it like that?"

"I don't know I just wouldn't expect that from a dope boy." Ooh, she did know. I guess she was cool with it then.

"I ain't like everybody else," I said honestly.

We got to the park and she smiled. "You are too much." I smiled too.

I got out running to her door and taking her hand. She got out and was ready to go but I stopped her. "Wait," I said pulling her gently to the trunk of my car. I pulled out the basket and she laughed.