This chapter is from Juggy's Point Of View.
Denzel and I used to be cool. Used to. We was niggas and ain't no bitch or stupid shit get in the way of our friendship.
A couple summers ago was when we stopped fucking wit each other.
*Flashback*
"Denzel, come on man! I'll pay you back! Please! I need three hundred dollars." I begged.
"Fuck wrong wit chu!? Three hundred dollars!? Nigga my mama need three hundred dollars for the groceries and bills!" He poked my chest. "Get a job like every one of us in this god forsaken neighborhood and pay for the shit you did."
"I always looked out fo yo goat looking ass! Name one time when I never came to yo rescue you soft little bitch!" I growled.
"You ain't gon' call me a bitch on my street. Better go on somewhere with that bullshit. Stay callin' someone a bitch, what about you?" Denzel got in my face.
"Nigga fuck out my face fo I steal yo ass."
"Do it."
I punched him in the jaw and we started fighting on that corner, and old dude that lived near there came out and stopped us.
"The hell wrong with chu jits?" He stood between us. "Fighting like its gonna solve the problem."
"He swung on me!" Denzel shouted.
"Yeah! For acting like you got balls! You and shit, Zel!" I stormed away and cussed at them from a distance.
"Come over and say it!" The old dude stopped him to avoid more conflict.
"Fuck outta here!" I yelled.
* End Of Flashback *
That was when we were sixteen, we see each other but don't say nothing. He'd be at the corner store picking up a couple of groceries and shit and then the nigga gone.
Now that he got this girl Imma be watching. I seen her fine ass when they swung by with suitcases.
End Of Juggy's POV
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