Crimes of Passion

Chapter 3

Amari

I woke up feeling good this morning. Today I was going to put my plan into action and friend up that nigga Rocky. I got out of bed, did my hygiene stuff and got dressed. I decided on some dark Levi's, a black tshirt, timberlands and my gold Rolex. Nothing to fancy, but enough to show that I was the man. I walked out to the living room to see my mom asleep on the sofa. She worked a late shift the night before so I kissed her cheek and left her to sleep. 

I made my way to my first period class and took my seat. I figured since I was late yesterday I might as well be on time today. Once I started getting back into the business there was no telling how many class I'd be skipping. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I saw some girls fat ass pass me by. Turns out it belonged to the girl that sat beside me. She sat down and didn't say a word. Damn, shawty couldn't even say hi or something?

I turned to her, "Whats up ma? I'm Amari."

She gave me a half smile. " Hi, I'm Yvette."

"Nice to meet you Yvette. You got a pretty smile."

She smiled fully this time. "Thank you, you do to."

"Good Morning class!"

I smiled at her and we both focused our attention back to Mr.Johnson. Damn, she was beautiful. Her long black hair was flat ironed and left down. She didn't wear too much make up, just enough to make her features stand out even more. My kind of girl. She seemed a little shy though, it was all good, I'd break her out of her shell in no time. Something about her made me want to get to know her better.

Lunch couldn't have come soon enough. I made my way to the north buildings of the school when I spotted Rocky with two of his guys. I made my way towards them and they were already eyeing me down. It was obvious that no one ever came around their turf. 

"Whaddup." I said.

"Can I be of any assistance to you nigga? If not, then turn your ass back around to where you came from." he said in a husky voice.

"I heard you running shit around here and I'm in need of a job."

"You're brave coming up to me just that my nigga. You're not from around here are you?"

"I moved here from Chicago a few weeks ago."

Rocky nodded and eyed me up and down. I could tell he was doing a full on evaluation of me. I played it calm and cool. If I seemed too confident or too scared he'd see right through me. I couldn't deny that Rocky was a tuff looking nigga. He was about 6'2 and dark skinned. He had a low fade and was covered in tattoos. He was definitely built and his gear was fresh. Finally after minutes of deliberation he spoke.

"Have a seat." he gestured his hand beside him.

I sat.

"You seem alright bruh, so i'll give you a chance. I'm going to need to move kush throughout the school to start off. If you can succeed in that, then maybe you'll find yourself moving up to something better. If you fuck up, well, I won't hesitate to smoke your ass. Got it?"

I nodded, "No problem." 

He smirked and handed a bag with approximately 20 grams of weed. 

"Good luck, you will report back to me in exactly a week with your profits and we will discuss your cut."

I nodded as I put the bag away and we shook hands. As I walked away I couldn't help but laugh a little. This mothafucka has no clue what's coming to him. His precious business would be mine before he even knew it.

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