Jordan
"Shordy, you might be over thinking this situation" Kilo chuckled.
"This ain't the time to be laughing nigga. I'm serious. Ion know what to do, I'm starting to stress."
"I can tell. Yo eyes red as fuck" he said.
"Cause I haven't slept in 5 fucking days." I snapped.
He threw his hands up while smirking. "You can stay at my place for however long you need to." he said.
"Nah, I'm good" I said.
"No you're not. You need to sleep more often shordy. The way you been living isn't healthy." he said.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes before looking down at my phone to see Nala had just texted me. I rolled my eyes but still decided to text her back.
: I'm busy right now
Babygirl👑💦- So? Nigga when I text you, you better text me back.
: Ion have time to argue girl. I'm about to turn my phone off so don't text me back.
I turned my phone off and put it back in my pocket. "You know what your problem is shordy?"
"What?" I said, dryly.
"You got a bad ass attitude. You can't keep doing treating people around you like this."
"Ion like when people tell me what to do. It gets on my fucking nerves" I snapped.
"Jus go take a nap or whatever the fuck you plan on doing." Kilo stood up and walked away.
I sat there for a little while, trying to control my anger. I feel like getting high, an I don't even smoke. I guess I'll have to go and get a couple bottles of Hennessey.
*
"3 bottles of Hennessey" I said to the guy behind the counter. He was flipping through a playboy magazine, not really paying attention.
"Yo, I said I need 3 bottles of Hennessey"
He looked up from the magazine and looked at me with a annoyed expression. "You're clearly too young to get alcohol. Jus get the fuck out of my face"
I took my pistol from the front of my jeans and pointed it at his head. "If I have to repeat myself one more fucking time, your brains gon be splattered every-fucking-where."
As if this was some fucking joke, he laughed. All it did was piss me off. I hate when people take me as a joke.
I took the gun off safety and shot him in the chest. "Okay, okay, damn."
He gave me the bottles of alcohol. "Now empty the fucking register" I demanded.
He began pushing buttons on the cash register. He was acting like he didn't know the code, so I shot him again.
When he opened the cash register, I took the money and shot him in the head before tucking the gun in the front of my jeans and counting the money I just got.
As I was counting, I bumped into something. "Yo, watch where the fuck you going fam"
I looked up to see some bulky nigga standing there with 2 bitches by his side. "You watch where the fuck you going" I snapped.
The man chuckled. I stuffed the money in the pocket of my jeans and grabbed my pistol. "What the fuck is so funny nigga?" I say through gritted teeth.
"What's your name?" he questioned.
"Don't worry bout all that. Jus make sure you don't bump me again or we gon problems." I said.
"I got a job for you. That is, if you're down."
"Ion know you." I said.
"But we can change all that." he snapped his fingers at one of the girls standing next to him. She handed him a card and a pen. He began writing shit on there, then he gave it to me.
"I can lead you to the riches, have you driving fast cars and fucking bad bitches. Or you can stay here in this hell hole and wonder if you'll live to see 21. Your choice."
I looked down at the card. The name Rozan was written in very fucked up hand writing. I'm guessing that's his name. When I looked up, he was gone. I tucked the card into my pocket and walked towards my car.
I drove a couple blocks down then parked in front of somebodies house. I popped open the bottle of Hennessey and took a swallow.
I was really taking what Rozan said into consideration. I needed the money and I'm down for whatever as long as he ain't on no crazy shit.
I sighed and started the car up. I guess I'm about to go to Kilo's house so I can finally sleep.
*
I woke up somewhere around 2 in the morning. I paid a crack head to bring my stuff in and now I guess it's time I turn my phone on.
When I did, various texts from Nala instantly popped up. I told her I'm currently at Kilo's and to slide through if she wanted to talk, or argue.
I rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash and went into the living room. I turned the tv on and sat back. I wasn't really paying attention, I was trying to think of what I'm about to say to Nala.
Knocks on the door caught my attention. I stood up and opened the door for Nala.
"I'm sorry" I apologized. "I was only acting like that because I was tired and stressed."
Her face softened and instead of hitting me, like I expected her to.
"I'm only letting this go because you apologized an you really seem stressed. You want a massage?" she said.
I smiled and pulled her into me. "Please"
*
"I don't know if I should work with him or not. What you think?" I asked Nala.
"Just do what you feel is right." she said while rubbing my shoulders.
"I'm suppose to be in Tennessee hooping, but wack ass Alex fucked it up for me." I took a swig of the Hennessey.
"J, calm down" Nala said.
"I am calm"
She stopped rubbing my shoulders and looked at me, "J, you need to work on your anger. It's getting out of hand."
"I will, eventually. Just not right now. I'm dealing with too much."
"You can always talk to me" she said.
"I'd rather not." I say before taking another swig of the Hennessey.
Nala sighed. "You don't think when you're mad. At least try and control it. Please? For me?"
"I'm only 17, why do you expect so much out of me?"
"Because J.. You're so smart but you never come to school anymore. All you're worried about is getting rich. You have your priorities all fucked up."
I nodded, taking in every thing she just said.
"Ion like the way we live. I want better for us, that shit don't come for free Nala. I gotta work for it."
Nala pecked my lips, "When we do make it, don't forget who rode for you."
"I promise I won't."
