Saved By A Thug

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'There's Always A Calm Before The Storm.'  - Heather Graham

Jakari & Keontae In Media.

                         | Jakari |

"Kryiieeeeee!" I yelled lightly.

I watched for movement but she laid still like a stiff piece of bark. I sucked my teeth and walked over to her bed and shook her slightly rough.

"Get up shawty." I said.

She sat up and glared at me which I gave her a cheesy smile in return with my middle finger. I walked to my bed and grabbed my phone. I slipped it in my pocket then peeked over my shoulder. La'Kyrie was mugging the shit 'outta me not trying to be discreet at all. She made me wanna laugh but I held it in. I rose my eyebrow asking why she looked like she wanted to kill me.

"Why did you awake me in that manor moron?" She asked attitude coming with it.

"We're going to the mall before we start driving again." I said.

Her attitude halfway vanished as she made her way to the bathroom. I on the other hand have been woke for two hours now and already ate and showered. The water from the shower made it's way to my ears. I sent a text to Tae making sure he was up.

I grabbed a gold Rolex and put it on my wrist. It completed my outfit. Since I felt like being a classy nigga today I wore cobalt blue slacks that were cuffed at the ends by Tom Ford. A white and blue striped Marc Jacobs shirt, black Sperrys, and a white visor on my head.

Ain't nothing better than a hood nigga dressing up. I sprayed on some cologne before going to my luggage. I unzipped my suitcase and grabbed a book. Walking back to the bed I opened it and grabbed a pre rolled blunt from the box in the book. The box was a perfect square where pages had been cut out and was deep enough to hold blunts and a lighter.

I grabbed a lighter too before setting the book aside. I lit it inhaling the weed. Smiling I leaned back getting comfortable. I watched as La'Kyrie came out the bathroom.

"Are you okay? I heard you coughing." Kyrie asked with her back to me.

She was putting on black sandals to match the two piece outfit she had on. She turned around and eyed me, looking at me put the rest of the blunt out. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"What?" I questioned her.

I put the blunt back in the book which I had barely smoked.

"Marijuana is bad for you." She sated scrunching her face up at me.

"How so?" I asked grabbing the car keys.

"It's illegal." She said following behind me.

Instead of bringing our luggage up to the rooms we just picked stuff out and left them in the trunk of the ca . After grabbing our small bags with personal hygiene and the clothes we slept in last night we left out the hotel.

"Just because it's illegal doesn't mean it's bad for you. It just means America is overrated and, makes it against the law to smoke." I said holding the room door open for her.

She didn't say anything back while leaving out the door. We walked down the hall in silence until we reached the elevator. I pressed the button and we waited. I took a better look at her outfit. She had on some type of two piece outfit which you could easily tell was designer. She matched my fly which a lot of girls can't do.

The doors opened and we stepped aside as a woman got off. She waved as she passed which we returned. We got on the elevator and she pressed the button as the doors closed.