You're Still The One! (Y.T.O Sequel)

Chapter 8: Enrollment

Cameron👑-

"Up top! Up top! Up top!" I yelled playing my defense.

"Cam!" Ant said throwing me the ball.

I caught it, faked right and went left making the shot.

"Pay up nigga!" Ant said smiling at Kyle.

"Fuck! How much again?" He asked.

"You know, 2-thous. Each." Ant said.

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"How the hell y'all get 2,000?" I asked.

"Playing the game." John-John laughed.

"So what happen if y'all lose?" I asked.

"We pay em 2-thous." Darrious said in a Duhh tone.

"Where do y'all get the money from though?" I asked.

They all laughed at me.

"Look, rookie." J'Mere spoke. "We sell." He said smirking.

"Sell drugs?" I asked scared a little.

"No. Weed. Reggie. Loud. Reefa. Kush."

My eyes got wide.

"Oh."

"Our biggest sell is Kush. Maaaannnn, we sell out of Kush faster than anything else. That's our specialty." JohnJohn said.

"How much you sell for?" I asked.

"It depends on how much weight you packing. But us, we sell for $50. It's easier to stack that way." Ant explained.

"Ain't that a rip off?" I asked.

They laughed again.

"No rookie. It's a way of life. How else we gone pay Kyle and his crew they money?" J'Mere said.

"But in order for us to pay 'em ALL, we all gotta sell separately." Jamaal said.

"Mhm, but if you slacking by a few or don't have it at all, it's gone be hell to pay." Ant said shaking his head.

"Hell yeah. That's what happened to DBone. He thought it was sweet. Got that ass BUUUUSSSEDDDD!" JohnJohn said.

"I thought his bitch bussed him down at a gas station?" Jamaal said.

"Chill." Darrious said.

"Look, my nigga Dooey Finna slide back through with that loud pack. Y'all trynna match?" Ant said smiling.

"Hell yeah." J'Mere said.

"Yo Cam, you down?" He asked me.

"I can't stay long it's already 7:30. I'm not even supposed to be here but we gotta do this fast." I said.

"Curfew?" J'Mere asked.

"Yes nigga. Curfew, my moms still out of town." I said mugging him.