STOLEN: Part One Of A Princeton Trilogy

<JACOB>

It was a nice warm day out as I cruised in my black BMW with the windows rolled down. Ray bandz sheilding my eyes from the blinding sun. I was on my way to one of my good friends house down in long beach. He was having a bar-b-que and he had some friends he wanted me to meet. I made a right turn on his block and all I saw were manicured lawns of green grass, and big beautiful two-story, even three-story homes. I smiled slightly. I was back in my element. I parked in front of a big red brick house, with a cirle drive-way and water fountain out front. I knew this was rayan's house. I could tell by all the luxury cars parked perfectly in his drive-way. Those were his prized possesions. Cars lined the street. I was a little late I guess. I stepped out of my car locking the doors and made my way up the cobble stone drive-way, to two huge oak wood double doors. I rang the doorbell and waited. I could smell the bbq in the air. My stomache rumbled hungrily. After a moment the doors swung open.

"Aye, prince you made it man!" Rayan said pulling me into a hug. It had been a while since we had seen each other, almost three years.

"whats up? It's been a long time." I said smiling from ear to ear. Rayan was like a brother to me.

"Way too long. Come on in man, I got some people I want you to meet". He said leading me inside. Music was raidating all through the place. Friends and reletives were all having a good time. I looked around and couldnt help but notice all the fine things in his house. Tiger skin ruggs, crystal chandlers, open fire place, glass sculpters, big cream leather sectionals, and even a picasso in the livingroom. I myself, was no stranger to the finer things so I just knew that buisness was going well for Rayan lopes. After all, he was a pretty well known sketch artist. And people from all over the world wanted a piece of his artwork. Some of his pieces went for $300,000, and at auction went well over a million dollars. Rayan was gifted and I was happy for his success. After we passed through the living room we headed out to the backyard deck, thats where the reall party was at. The food was grilling, the bear was cooling, and the people where chilling.

"damn Ray Ray, this Bar-B-Que is turnt up." I said bobbing my head to the sound of drakes latest hit.

"I know." He said smiling that same ole crooked smile.

"you know Roc and Prod are here. I told them you were coming and they were hyped." He said refering to the other half of the clique; Chresanto August and Craig Crippen Jr. I hadent seen them in forever either. After we all settled into our careers we saw less and less of each other, and soon lost contact with one another. So I was anxious to see them.

"Seirously? Where are they?" I asked looking around the spacious backyard full of people in hopes of seeing two familiar faces.

"They're around here somewhere." He said.

"Is that Mr.GQ, or are my eyes decieving me?" I heard a familiar voice call out, Stopping me in my tracks I spun around.

"ROC!" I yelled excitedly.

"whats up big bro. Long time no see" he said with a chuckle, as we slapped hands. Craig was standing right next to him.

"whats going on prod?" I asked.

"same ole, same ole. Just getting that money, but what about you? We saw your ten page spread in this months GQ magazine." He said playfully punching me in the arm. I ran a hand through my curls smirking with embarassment.

"well, you know jacob perez gotta give the ladies what they want." I said flexing my muscles. As the guys cracked up. I was a male model and had my on clothing line called 'OUTSIDERS INK' and I did pretty well in both professions cosidering the tax bracket I was in.