Nala
3:30 a.m.
I woke up naked on top of Jordan. Her head rested on the headboard, her month was slightly open. She had her arms wrapped around my waist.
Even though our bodies were close together I was still cold. It's always either too hot or too cold in here, tonight it's fucking freezing.
"Jordan?" I whispered in her ear. "Hmm?" her eyes fluttered open.
"I need to go pee" I said,
She stretched, "You know where my bathroom is"
"But it's cold and dark" I whined.
"So what you want me to do?" she had a attitude.
"Walk with me please?"
"Fine," I got off her and waited for her to give me some shorts and a tshirt. Then I followed her to the bathroom.
While I was peeing she was taking pictures in the mirror.
"Hurry up Nala" Jordan rushed me.
"Don't tell me what to do" I said,
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "It's cold and you taking your fucking time,"
She left before I could respond, "Fucking hate you" I mumbled.
After I finished using the bathroom, I washed my hands and went back in the room with Jordan.
She was sitting on the bed staring at the Balmain jeans and Red Bottom shoes that sat on the edge of the bed.
When she told me she killed somebody a lot of questions surged through my head. Jordan isn't the killing type so it made me wonder why she even had a gun.
"Nala... Does this make me a bad person?" she said without looking at me.
I sat between her legs while staring in her eyes. I know I hate it when she does this to me, but when I look in her eyes it calms me.
"No baby, it doesn't make you a bad person. It was a mistake, right?" I asked,
She shook her head, "I did it on purpose. I robbed him and shot him in the head twice. After I did it, I didn't regret it, I felt.. Powerful. The look in his eyes made me feel good about myself" she explained.
What was I supposed to say to that? She just admitted to killing somebody and enjoying it.
"Would you do it again?" I asked, "Definitely, I could do it any day" she said.
"Jordan, you have so much going for yourself. Your gonna play basketball and be a millionaire one day. Don't fuck it up for something that's not even worth it" I said.
Before she could say anything her phone started vibrating.
Jordan sighed and laid back while I laid my head on her chest, listening to her heart beat.
Jordan
I got out my car and walked towards the apartment building Kilo lives in. As soon as I reached his building, the aroma of weed hit me.
He opened the door before I could even knock with a blunt hanging out his mouth. For the first time, he smiled at me. He had a mouth full of diamonds. His dreads had a little bit of brown at the bottom of them.
"Wassup shordy" he said. His place was well put together. Everything in here was red. Pistols sat on the table with stacks of cash.
"Don't call me that" I said,
He licked his lips, "Call you what?"
"You called me shordy, that ain't my name. It's J or Jordan" I said.
"Well, I like shordy better so get used to hearing me call you that" he sat down and gestured for me to do the same.
"Last night, I told you to get me 10 dollars. You came back with designer jeans and shoes. I like the way you do things. You got that chill ass vibe, but at the same time you a lil savage" he said,
"Do you want to keep doing this?" He asked,
Everything Nala told me came to my mind. All I want is to be rich with a bad bitch on my arm, if this is what it takes then imma do this shit. But basketball is my life, I love it more than anything on this earth.
"Only during off-season" I said.
"And when is that?" he asked,
"Any day from now to June"
Its April, the school year ends in June then I leave for Tennessee.
"Ight, you gon be rolling wit me a lot" he said.
"If you got me, then I got you. It's that simple" he looked me in my eyes, "I need to know if you wit me"
I looked him in his eyes, "I'm wit you"
........
7:45 a.m.
We went to Denny's because Kilo has the munchies and wanted pancakes.
I like Kilo, he's coo and honest. Somebody I can trust.
"How old are you?" He asked with a mouth full of food.
I took a bite of my French toast sticks then took a sip of my chocolate milk.
"17," I responded, taking a bite of my eggs.
"You look like you hoop," he said.
"I do," I'm surprised he don't know who I am.
"Hold on.. Your Jordan Brooks? My nigga, you going places. Heard you dropped 27 points against a undefeated team. Plus your brother stay bragging on you" He said,
I laughed, "How come you don't be around your brother as much?" he asked.
"He don't live at home anymore, and we both be busy. Most of the time when we see each other, it be on accident" I explained.
"I lost my brother to the feds. They shot in 11 times, and just left his body there" He pushed his plate the side and chuckled.
"Funny thing about it is, he was only 15. What the fuck was a unarmed 15 year old gonna do? Kedrin wasn't like me, he was gonna go to school and play football"
I felt bad, because in a way I can relate to that. Kash isn't dead, but my parents act like he is. They don't ask about him or Lulu and it kills me. How can you live life pretending you don't have a son?
It's bad enough that we live in Compton, shit.. Kash is lucky he lived to see 20.
"Would you guys like to pay with cash or credit?" the waiter asked. Kilo looked up with anger in his eyes,
"Nigga do it look like we done eating? Get the fuck out my face" Kilo said.
I chuckled and continued eating.
*
Me and Kilo didn't get finished with work until 10:30 at night. I was beyond exhausted when I got home. I took a shower and called Nala.
"Yes?" she said.
"Whatchu doing?" I asked,
"Laying down, bored"
"Come over, I miss you"
She laughed, "Is your mom and dad home?"
"Nah, imma leave the front door open for you," I said before hanging up.
