Y'all I'm honestly ticked off at the moment. I wrote this chapter and Wattpad deleted tf out of it 😴
GO READ "MY EVERYTHING." I updated it btw if u read it already.
"Feel a way, feel a way. Young nigga feel a way." - Drake
MAJESTY
"Nigga that's Drew tryin' to race us. Hit the gas!" I exclaim, dying laughing as I look beside me. Drew is driving Uncle Vonte's car fast as fuck laughing and trying to race KeKe with Sean in the passenger seat flipping us off and laughing.
KeKe starts laughing. "Okay a nigga wanna race then. Let's go." he says. Presley's eyes widen. "Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy please don't!" he panics, turning red. KeKe hits the gas, causing us to start going fast as a mothafucka up the street. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Presley screams like a girl, shaking and everything. "Nigga tighten up stop yelling like a bitch." LaLa says, laughing.
We at least going 120 in my daddy's Maybach. He gone kill us. We zoom past Drew. He speeds back up. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I don't wanna die or go to jail! This isn't Tokyo Drift damnit you could kill us or harm others driving this fast!" Presley snaps.
KeKe smacks his lips then slows down. He pulls over then hits the brakes hard as hell. "Hell naw you just burnt rubber in this hoe and you probably just fucked his brakes up. Daddy gone merk yo ass, you know it cost hella money to get a Maybach fixed." I say. "Shut up ain't nothing wrong with it and heck naw daddy gone be straight." KeKe says.
"Are we even going to the mall anymore?" Presley asks, holding an inhaler. "Yeah." KeKe answers. I watch as Drew pulls over here by us. He gets out then walks over to the window. "Wassup bitch ass nigga?" KeKe asks, laughing. Drew starts laughing. "Man I thought you were about to flip G you hit brakes hard as hell." he says, greeting everybody.
"Naw we good." I say, laughing. "But ay Drew this our lil brother Presley, he fifteen. He was outta town when you and Sean started comin' around." I lie. I only lied about Presley being out of town when we met Drew and Sean because I don't want other people knowing his business and judging him for it.
"You look like my big homie Vonte. Wassup? I'm Drew." he introduces himself. "I think my real dad's name is Vonte... yeah that's it." Presley says. I raise my eyebrow. This nigga do look like my uncle Vonte. The hell going on?
Presley notices the confused look on my face and Drew and KeKe's faces. "Anyways, LaLa, Sean lil bad ass told me to tell you to call him on our house phone and that you fine." Drew says, laughing. KeKe smacks his lips. "Are you really catering to yo lil brother dumb ass crush on my sister? You so childish." KeKe says, making us laugh. "Tell Sean I said I don't want him cause I'm a real nigga and he not." LaLa says.
Drew awkwardly looks at me. "She just a tomboy." I tell him, already know what he thinking. Folks never understand LaLa. I'm sure she gone grow up and like niggas but right now she just a girl who enjoy activities niggas usually do and ain't shit wrong with that in my opinion. What the fuck does gender have to do with playing football or wearing certain clothes? I don't see no problem in how my lil sister is. She perfect in my eyes.
He shrugs his shoulders then looks in the backseat where Presley and LaLa are. "I see y'all didn't bring the annoying one with y'all." he says. "Reign?" I ask. He nods his head. "What you lookin' for her for?" KeKe asks. "Yeah, G, fuck you want with my big sister cuz?" LaLa asks him. He looks at her funny then chuckles a little.
"Ion want nothin outta her. I just made an observation." he answers. I nod my head. "Let's observe that ugly ass shirt you got on. Nigga do your shirt got holes in it?" I ask. "Man this shirt cost a hundred dollars." he says. "I could've made you a black shirt with raggedy holes in it my nigga. Damn I tell you bout niggas who get some money and start buying ugly ass shit just cause it's designer." I say, shaking my head.
