"Vashtie?" A familiar male voice spat. My head quickly snapped into his direction, before looking down. Plenty of guilt immediately filling my head. I was dreading for this moment to happen the minute I began talking to Vinny.
"Sean!" Vinny exclaimed with a sly smirk on his face, "Long time no see my boy." I glanced over into Vinny's direction, seeing nothing but a cocky douche bag. I really was hoping he wouldn't end being this big of an asshole until now.
"Why are you talking to him Vash?" Sean asked with a questionable expression on his face, clearly ignoring Vinny and his presence. "I told you already this dude is bad news." he added, lightly grabbing my arm to drag me away from Vinny before stopping in his tracks.
"I'm guessing someone finally knows how to keep an eye out for his girls now after Cassandra." Vinny chuckled, as Sean glared at him. "Damn, that girl is fine, I'm surprised you never hit it though. I mean you girl is sexy as fuck. But I can never pass up a day for Cassie when she always--"
I could have sworn I heard a something crack, before seeing Vinny collapse straight to ground below us, clutching his jaw in pain. I noticed Sean's usual grin was now replaced with a cold mug, as he stared daggers at Vinny below him.
"Don't fuck with me nigga." Sean growled, rubbing his fist as he stared at the unconscious body at his feet. "I ain't no bitch nigga!" He hollered before stomping away. I peered down at Vinny to see him laying helpless on the ground as people began crowding around to see what was happening to Harlem's rising star.
I clawed my way through the cluster of people before catching up to Sean. He was walking reckless too his car throwing profanity out left and right as he pushed past the people. "Sean!" I called out as he continued walking away, not wearing to turn back. I sped up my pace until I we both walked neck to neck. "What the hell was that all for?"
"You got to be kidding me, right?" Sean questioned furiously. By the look on his face I knew he was pissed, especially since he just knock Vinny out not even an hour ago. I wasn't expecting him to have gotten that angry, but once he caught of glimpse of me with the well known Vinny Chase, Sean went ham. "How many times you gonna ask the same damn question, over and over again?" He added, this time sounding rather annoyed.
"You didn't have to be so damn bitter with him! You're acting like it's his fault you seem to have severe anger issues towards him. I mean, come on now Sean. You really didn't have to punch him in the face, just 'cause you was raging!" I responded, looking over at Sean who was glaring back at me in response. His right hand was tightly wrapped in a vibrant pink cast, and I really couldn't keep in the chuckle that was burning to escape my lips.
"What the fuck is so funny!" He exclaimed, the fiery attitude from before now dissolving from his face as his usual serene character, and pearly whites reappeared.
"I'm just laughing at the fact a grown man is going to be wearing a neon pink cast for the next five weeks." I giggled, glancing over at Sean in the passenger seat staring at his right hand intently as he groaned in response to my joke.
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Harlem Roses
Teen FictionFashion. Photography. Art. The only three things that seemed to matter to twenty-three year old Vashtie Kola. But once she meets upcoming Harlem bound rapper, Vinny Cha$e, all seem to change. Vashtie only saw Vinny as another ignorant H...