A Dope Boy Stole My Heart I

Killa Cam: A Cutie With A Big Booty

Out of all the days it could've rained, it decided to pour down the day after I got my whip washed. My all black 2016 Charger was my baby. Squinting my eyes to get a better view, I drove towards my apartment cautiously. I still couldn't believe that I got my ass handed to me by a girl.

That shit was cray cray.

I loved basketball more than anything in the world and it was fucked up how I tore my ACL freshman year. I had to do physical therapy for months and on top of that, I lost my full-ride. One bad landing fucked up my whole world and that's how I became that nigga on campus. Me and my main man Dex starting selling weed and once our clientele was established, we added pills to the mix.

Pulling into Broadview apartments, I killed the engine and walked up to the entrance trying not to scuff my bread 11's. As soon as I hit the hallway, the smell of lah saturated the first floor of the building, tickling my nose.

"Aye Killa. What's good bruh?" Terrance, one of my regulars stopped me in the hallway to ask. He was a skinny black nigga with snake-like eyes, but he was thorough.

"Ain't shit. Waddup doe?" I replied, reaching into my pockets.

"Same ol'. You holdin'?"

"I ain't got that much on me," I answered, looking around to make sure no one was in earshot because you could never be too careful. "What you need?"

"A dime bag."

​That was exactly what I had on me so it worked out perfectly because I wouldn't have to go inside my crib to grab more. "Aight, I can do that," I pulled the baggie out of my pocket and we made the exchange on the low.

"Preciate ya," he said, turning to walk away and I did the same.

When I made it to my apartment, the potent smell of Kush damn near gave me a contact high. I just knew my boy Dex was in there chiefing. I wasn't sure how he expected us to keep making money when he kept smoking up the product. Just to fuck with him, I pounded on the door like the police before opening it up.

"DEX!" I called out to my roommate, shutting the door. "Aye Dawg where you at?" When I heard noises coming from the living room, I looked around for a minute until I saw this nigga hiding behind the couch.

"Killa?" he asked peeping over the couch like he was paranoid. "Maaaan why the fuck you ain't tell me it was you? I thought it was the damn Po Po's at the door." He slowly roused, glancing around with skepticism.

"So you mean to tell me... you thought the police was at the door so you hid behind the couch like they wasn't gone see yo' dumb ass?" I laughed out loud at his stupidity. I swear this nigga was a fool, but he was my mans a hunnid bands. "You need to stop smoking that shit before you lose yo' mind for real."

"Man whatever. At the time it was a good idea. Plus, I ain't have time to think it through. This weed done made my ass slow." He flopped down on the couch getting ready to roll up another blunt.

"Damn Dex! Stop smoking our shit! I hope you ain't poppin' the pills too," I eyed him in suspicion. Then I remembered that this nigga couldn't even take aspirin for headaches because he couldn't swallow the pill.

"I can't help it. It's like every time I'm by myself the weed be calling my name. It be like 'Deeex! Dex you know you want to smoke me. Just spark me up and take a hit. I fall for it every time bro." Dex was by far the smartest, dumb nigga I knew. He held a 3.5 GPA yet said stupid shit like now.

"Anyway...Brruuuhhhh!" I said, changing the subject as I thought back on my encounter with ole girl at the game. "How bad did it look wit' me getting my ass beat by a girl?"