Compton Girl (Dr.Dre/ N.W.A.) (Slow Updates)

Chapter 1

The year is 1987

I sat on my stomach and flipped through the new issue of Vogue while I was chewing flavorless bubble gum.

"Hold on Lani, Antoine and his little friends are making a lot of noise and I can barely hear you. I'll be right back."

"I'll just call you back tomorrow Drea, I have ton of homework that I didn't even bother touching. See you tomorrow at school."

"Well Bye." I mumbled. I hung up the phone. I said as I rolled off my stomach, stood up, folded my arms and marched to my old brother's room. I stood in front of the door and knocked lightly on it.

No answer.

"UGH! Lo que la cogida Antoine! "UGH! what the fuck Antoine?"   I said to myself.

I began to pound on the wooden door until it swung open to show Antoine bright ass face.

"Wanna tell me why you knocking on the damn door like you're the LAPD Drea?" He asked as he leaned on the door.

I peeked my head in his room to see Eric, O'shea, Lorenzo and Andre. Everyone was sitting in Antoine's chairs but Dre; he was setting up his turntables. Looking through his vinyl's, plugging up speaker and other things. My eyes fixed their selves on Dre. My heart began to flutter. Since I was 15 I've had a major crush on him and I think everyone knew but him! This was very aggravating to me that Dre didn't have a single clue.

Antoine cleared his throat causing me to look at him to gain my attention back to him.

"Well why yall niggas have to be oh so loud? I could barely hear Lani when I was just on the phone with her. I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Well we'll try to quiet down for you Andrea." He said in joking matter.

"No need now! She hung up on me!" I said as my arms shot up into the air.

He tried to close the door in my face but I stopped the door with my foot causing him to roll his and let out a huff.

"Andrea!" He yelled.

"Antoine!" I yelled back

"What the hell do you want niñita!?" He said as he rubbed his face his with palms.

"First off, I am not a little girl, I am 17 and 3 quarters and I want to listen to Dre DJ." I said softly.

"You can listen to Dre from your room speaking your room, please go  back to that." He said.

"But I want to listen to it in your room, I want to watch him dj."

"Oh hell No! Go back to your damn room Drea!"

"Yella, she can listen, damn." Dre said as he flashed a smile at me causing me to blush and smile back.

I stuck out my tongue in Antoine face and walked into his very messy room. I don't see how these niggas could sit in here and not be bothered.

"Hi guys." I said to everyone in the room.

"Hey Andrea." Shea said.

"Shea, you're seriously the only person that calls me by my first name. Why don't you call me Drea like everyone else?" I said as I threw my neck back in frustration.

He shrugged.

"Hey little Dre." Lorenzo whispered while laughing. I playfully hit him on the shoulder and gave him a death stare.

"What did I do!?" He asked laughing.

"You know what the hell you did, don't play with me. Act dumb if you want to and you'll catch these hands." I said eyeing him up and down as he sat in his chair.