Deep

SEVEN

Brielle

I was so hurt. I have no one to talk to because bitch ass Chad is somewhere in West bubbah and he ain't got no phone. I don't have any girlfriends to talk with and gossip with.

Even Julian pimp ass was too busy for me with Naomi. Bitch ass Brittany never came back when she said she was, fuck her.

'And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world. And I'm just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, g-'

I answered my phone without looking as I heard a familiar, deep voice booming through it. I smiled a little bit to myself, not knowing why. I wiped my tears and cleared my throat.

"Wassup stinka butt?"

I laughed. "Nigga what?"

"What's going on? How you feeling, you alright?" He asked sounding concern.

"I'm okay, I'm just feeling lonely ya know? I'm not sure if Chad told you but like ever since I chose Chad over my other friends, I'm becoming more and more lonely. Before I met Chad, I had so much friends that loved me and cared about me. Now i have no one to talk to. And usually it's Chad that I talk to but now since his ass gone, I ain't got no one to talk to." I said as tears formed. "What's even worse is that my p-parents might be s-splitting up and shit and I have no one by my side to go through this s-shit with me."

"Nooo Brielle. Please don't cry. You're not alone. You got me and the rest of the niggas you met at the park, especially me." He said chuckling as i did too "Okay look, look, save my number and we finna meet up tomorrow with the other niggas to just chill aight?"

"Okay Trey." I sighed. "Wait, how'd you get my number anyways?" I asked

"Your nigga Chad gave it to me to check up on you. His bitch ass want me to check up on you till he come back."

"Aw." I cooed to myself "Okay Trey, ill call you tomorrow. Goodnight." I said yawning

"Night."

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I didn't really know what to wear when I'm just going to be with a bunch of niggas, who is my boyfriend friends. I don't want to dress to get the wrong attention from them but I also don't want to dress bummy. I wan't to show them how lucky chad is to have me.

I made up my mind and slipped on some high waisted pants, with my favorite jean shirt. To top it off, i put on some retro 7s, my favorite MK watch with my MK bag, my favorite chunky gold necklace and some retro glasses.

I slipped my phone, and keys into my Michael Kors bag and head into the kitchen to get me a Caramel Frappuccino which i think is nasty, but still drink.

-What's the address to the park again? 3:45
Trey Head Ass: My nigga, you can't fucking scroll through the conversation and get the address your self? Fuck you got thumbs for? 3:47
-Stop being mean motor mouth! Aye Trey! WAT DAT MOUF DO BOO?! 3:47
Trey Head Ass: -___- Bye

I laughed to myself and found the address deep into the conversation. We've been texting a lot! Trey is cool to hang with, he's like a younger Chad, but annoying and immature. Shit, he probably think that of me. I left out the house locking up and heading over to a different a park.

When i reached, again, I saw the same fools playing ball with no shirts on. Trey jogged up to me and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Ew nigga, get your sweaty shirtless ass off of me." I said playfully pushing him away

He laughed and looked me over "You look nice today Brielle. A little bit to nice for the park nigga..."

"It's not like ima be playing with yall savages." I said shrgging

"Well aight,ima introduce you to the gang." He said pulling me over to them

I noticed that as Trey and I got closer to the gang they started staring. I smiled shyly and waved.

"Guys this is Brielle, Chad's girl, Brielle this is the gang." Trey introduced us

" You the one that got shot?" A tall darkskinned dude with a deep ass voice asked

"Yeah why?"

"You took a bullet for Chad? Brielle you aleady my nigga." The same dude pulled me in a hug "I'm Sha [pronounced Shay] by the way" He said laughing by my facial expression

Never met a group of friendly boys before.

I learnt the guys name and we got along just fine. None of them tried hitting on me which I totally respect, seems like Chad got me on lock by the stories they telling me about him and how he acts when shit comes to me.

We did play ball and unfortunately I scuffed my Jordans. Trey offered to clean them for me because he forced me to play ball with the guys.

"Yo, Trey we finna be out now." Chris, another nice and cute one said getting up ans changing out of his basketball shoes.

All of Chad's friends are cute. It seems like attractive people just hang out with each other.

" Aight bro, me too." Another said

In like 5 minutes, the whole gang disintegrated including Trey and I. Trey and I headed to his house so he can clean my Jordans but I really want to ask him an important question. I have been contemplating wether or not if it's a good idea or not and I think it's a great idea.

"So Trey, how long have you been tattooing?" I asked breaking the peaceful silence

"Since like 8th grade I've been wanting to do tattooing but I started sophomore year." He replied simply

"What made you want to be a tattoo artist?"

"When I first met Chad, his bitch ass peer pressured me to vandalize the school building and my art came out pretty good." He laughed "I was like I think my art deserves to be more known. permanently tattooing my art on other people skin was a smart way." He continued and shrugged

"Do you th-"

"Where exactly are you going with this?" He asked stopping infront of an urban house.

He pulled out a key out of his basketball shorts and skipped up his porch steps. He opened the door wide enough for the both of us to walk in. He closed the door behind me and sat on the couch. I took my shoes off and handed it to him. He shook his head chuckling and disappeared through one of the doors. He came back with a bunch of shit and I just sat in the recliner watching him.

"I want you to give me a tattoo. " I said playing with the hem of my jean shirt.

"What?!" He exclaimed almost dropping my wet Jordans on the rug

"You heard me." I mumbled

"Hell nah! Chad gonna beat my ass. Brielle you buggin, my nigga"

I kissed my teeth "Stop being a pussy Trey. He'll love it."

"You sure?" He asked drying my left foot shoe

"Positive."
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