The Start Of A Good Thing (Book 1)

Chapter 8

The next day after school, Trevor was walking down the street with Baby-D in Duck Pond. With their minds on cloud-9, the two didn’t have much to say to each other. Trevor kept his eyes on the ground as he walked. For reasons unknown, he couldn’t get his mind off India, and that bothered him.

            Trevor thought about what went down at the library the other day, and how he could have handled it better. Although his original intent was to pressure India into doing his work, her reaction made him question if he had been right or wrong.

            “Aye D-D!” a voice shouted, breaking Trevor’s thoughts. Trevor and Baby-D looked across the street and saw a middle-aged man come their way. “What you twirkin’ with baby?”

            Baby-D shook her hand at the man. “Oh hell no. Hell to the no!” The guy stopped in front of them, wondering what she meant.

            “No?… Man what you talkin’ bout?” The guy asked.

            “You know ‘exactly’ what I’m talkin’ bout,” Baby-D retorted, pointing a jagged finger at him. The man played dumb and shrugged his shoulders. “You still owe me a dub, and you been duckin’ me for a hot week.”

            “Man I thought that been on the house,” the guy lied.

            Baby-D stepped to the man face to face. “It aint ‘neva’ on the house,” she barked. Trevor sighed on the inside, but got beside his cousin. Because Baby-D’s a female, a lot of her newer customers try to get over on her; and Trevor knew this. It often obligated him to get involved in many of the disputes she would get into.

            “Come on D, I wouldn’t do you like that,” the man smirked. Baby-D studied him in judgment.

            “Prove it,” She taunted; implying he pay what he owe. He dug in his pockets, searching for money he didn’t want to give up.

            “You know I aint the type of nigga to steal,” he said. Baby-D and Trevor glanced at each other, thinking the same thing.

            “Mhmm, yea right,” Baby-D replied, snatching the money out of the guy’s hand. “What you want?”

            “Let me get that ‘baby’ special,” the guy joked, but Baby-D wasn’t laughing.

            “How much you got on you? I know you brok,” She hissed. The guy grinned as he pulled out eight dollars.

            “Man you hurt me with that dub D,” he commented. Baby-D took his last bit of money and shoved it in her pocket.

            “You owe me two negro,” she growled.

            “Damn, where the love at?” the man said, walking away from Baby-D and Trevor.