MAD

19

Written 6/3/16
Marcus POV
I flew back to Compton a couple days ago and damn, I miss being home. As soon as I get Zaida back we're leaving Portland and that's a fact.

My set was worried I went soft so I have to run a few "errands." It's just like childish stuff the freshly initiated do. I tagged a couple places and banged up a Blood's car, but that's about it.

"Fucked up that nigga Blarence's Camaro?" Monty asks while packaging some weed. I nod. "Good. Now we all know you one of the best in the business when it comes to taking niggas out without a sound. You down to make some quick money?" I promised myself I wouldn't fall back into this, but they're helping me find Z.

"Fo' sho. Who I needa smoke?"

Zaida POV
I'm bored out of my damn mind, and there's nothing to do. I guess I'll just go another the hell out of Justin.

"Hey biiitch." I yell and smack his butt.

"Why'd you do that?" He rubs his butt. "You know I have tender cheeks. Owie." I laugh.

"You're a big baby." I poke his nose. "I'm bored."

"Let's go swim." Swimming? Damn, I didn't even know we had a pool?

"We have a pool?" I ask.

"You just said we." Wait really? What does that mean? "But yes baby we do. Go get ready. I'll meet you down stairs in a bit." He kisses my head before leaving.

I meet Justin at the pool about 30 mins later and it's my first time seeing him completely shirtless, all I can say is God damn.

"Yeah, feel free to stare, it's ALL yours." Justin interrupts my overly obvious staring.

"Shut up." I giggle.

He continues to make sexual faces at me until I push him in the pool.

"OH FUCK!" He screams. "Zaida I'm cold! This water is gonna freeze my balls off!" I laugh even harder.

"Good!"

"You're so gonna get it!" He chuckles mischievously.

"No Justin! I can't get my hair wet!" I sprint to the garden before he can catch me. I hear him struggling to run as I'm hidden behind a bush.

"Zaaiiiddddaaaaa!" He whines. "I can't wun vewee fast." He says in a little baby voice.

"I know I'm sawry." I laugh before hugging him.

"I'll look past it." Justin states in a snooty British accent. (Not that British accents are snooty, he's just saying it in a snooty way that also happens to be an accent lmao.)

I punch him in the arm before sprinting to the pool chair.

"Stop fucking running!" He yells. "I can't keep up!" My sides are gonna hurt so bad later.

"Justin, I thought you were athletic?" I giggle as he sits down in the pool chair.

"I am. Just not in the running fast department. I can jog, I can jog real good." I nearly choke from laughing so hard. "Oh shut up. I'm trying to tan." He lays back on the chair and closes his eyes.

"I thought we were going swimming?" I pout.

"Well I thought you didn't want to get your hair wet?"

"I have it up in a tight bun. I'm ready to go now. Just don't splash me."

"What's the fun in that?"

"I can't ruin my hair!"

"It's fine."