Playing with Fire (Boyxboy)

Chapter Four

The next few days went by and everything was going back normal..
Frank was about to getting his ass whooped by everyone, which really isn't anything new. I woke up one morning at three am to the sounds of Frank and Anthony arguing. It was very shocking because Anthony is very quiet and never really talked too much, well to me at least. I look at him like a stuck up pretty boy. It's ironic I say that because that is what he calls me.

"Bruh if u call me a nigga one moe time I swea ta god ima beat da breaks." Anthony said as he slammed his beer bottle on the table and then rushing up into Frank's face.

"Yo bro why you tripping be easy man it's not that deep" Frank said backing up into the wall.

Frank's face was very red especially after Malcolm and I both came out of our rooms and tried to separate the two.

"You round here tryna act moe blacker then all of us in here combined. But you got just one more time just one and I promise white boy gone wish he never moved to this condo with three niggas." Anthony said walked into his room not before shoving Anthony and I out of the way.

I shook my head in disgust and walked back into my room. Malcolm stayed and him and Frank started talking, that was another thing I admired about David he aint like drama either he was more into the peace keeping.

I went back to my room and laid down quietly laughing at Anthony. I never seen him get thugged out or act it so I knew I need to see if dude was ok so I picked up my phone to shot him a text but before I could dude had already sent me one.

"Yall think Im playing Ima whoop that niggas bitch ass"

I laughed out loud literally because I could see his face frowning up saying that as I texted him back.

"Fuck em bruh Dat nigga hell weak dead ass but you can't be mad at dude it how he was probably raised."

As I waited for a reply I felt my eyes getting heavy and just ended up falling to sleep, I had to wake up in a couple of hours later and get ready for school.

I got up and got dressed for school, on the way out Malcolm and Anthony wanted to ride to school with me. I had no problem with that and it would have been the perfect time for all of us to get to "bond" with each other.

"Yo nigga why you stay giving Frank grief son" said Malcolm turning down the music glancing at Anthony threw the rear view mirror.

Anthomy sucked his teeth and pouted in the back he almost looked like a little kid confirming my hypothesis of dude being spoiled little pretty boy.

"Man that nigga is a contradiction of his existence." Said Anthony.

Me and Malcolm looked at each other and busted out laughing.

"Na nigga dead ass that is the whitest boy I have ever met but it's like dude trying too hard to fit in I just don't understand yo it gets unda my skin."

"well maybe you need to get to know dude you know he may be acting like that trying to fit in I mean hell he could be a product of his environment you know his friends could be black. Just try and be easy yo we all living together it ain't gonna be easy but little shit like that is uncalled for to fight over especially at 3 am." I said as Malcolm and Anthony stayed quiet and attentive to what I had to say. I can sort of see we all were falling into roles in the house and as usual I can see I was going to fall into...

"The next few months with these dudes should be interesting." I said under my breath as I locked my car doors.

I left the guys at the car talking to one another and ran to class, African American Literature. I found it kind of ironic how it was taught by some old white woman. I mean I'm surprise Vergil University, a HBC doesn't think it should be taught by someone well African American. I mean who better to know black history than someone black?. But who am I to complain this class was easy.

Once in class I could not pay attention to nothing this old lady was putting me to sleep with her boring explanations of The Color Purple, all I could think was that with her drooping bottom lip and her glasses hanging off of the tip of her nose she looked like a character from the movie all she was missing was a big ole hat. The boredom became so unbearable I started day dreaming about home back in Texas. I missed all my old friends; more than anything I missed Cadero. Cadero was my first love, hell my only love. I remember skipping school one day; I was headed to my cousin's house to get lit. I stopped by the corner store to get me some cigarillos and a bottle of Henny. I had to stop by the hood store, (one of the really hood corner stores that usually owned by the Dominicans, Koreans or Puerto Ricans) because they are the only people that serve under age people. It was a group of guys outside the store talking loud and passing a blunt and blasting music. I acted like I wasn't paying them attention to them although I was peeping a few out of the corner of my eye and walked straight into the store. I went to the counter and asked for a 2 pack of vanilla cigarillos and two mini bottles of Jack and Daniel the guy behind the counter looked at me and asked for my ID in a thick Spanish accent.

"Man I come in this store everyday with my ID and you never ask for it and the one day I forget it and now you wanna ask for it." I said as pulled out my wallet pretending to look for it.

"I got you lil nigga." Said some nigga standing behind me as he rushed up to the counter throwing down a fifty and reaching for the cigarillos and the mini bottles handing it right to me in front of the guy's face.

"uh" he said shoving a dime bag of weed in my front pocket.

"Can I get a pen and paper" he said to the guy behind the counter, He jotted a number down and handed it to me licked his lips and just walked out the store without saying a word.

I turned to the cashier handing him my stuff and asked if he could bag the items for me as I pulled out the paper the dude put in my pocket.

Call me.. 123-456-6363 CADERO.