Problems & Privileges (Mindless Behavior)

Chapter 12

Michael.

"So why you runnin' your mouth to Christy and shit." I asked her.

I pulled Tiana on my lap and she wrapped her arms around me slowly, straddling me. "What're you talking about." She chuckled.

"You told Christy that I wasn't giving you any love?"

"I wasn't serious, Michael." She shook her head. I gripped her waist and flipped us over so that I was on top of her.

"You a damn lie. Why ain't you just tell me? You know I could've changed yo' life with this bomb ass dick." I said, grinding on her.

"Oh really? And why are you so confident." She giggled.

"Because my stroke game A1." I winked.

"Nigga bye." She laughed. I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Lemme practice my strokes on you bae." I smirked.

"You're not slick Michael. We will not be doing any of that any time soon, sir. Keep ya friend inside his room." She smiled.

"Ill remember that when you start begging me to dick you down." I said and she scoffes playfully. I leaned down and kissed her lips for a few seconds before pulling away to answer a phone call.

It was Elijah.

I lifted my self up and sat back down with Tiana laying on my lap again. I answered the call.

"Hel-" he cut me off.

"Getcho man before I do." He warned before hanging up. I stared at the phone hella confused.

"Bruh what the hell?"

"Who was that?" Tiana asked.

"Elijah. He said, 'getcho man before I do' then hung up. Fuck he on?"

"Maybe he's just pissed at something."

"Or someone... Jaren." I recalled in my head and instantly called Jaren.

He answered after the third ring. "Wassup?"

"Jaren what the hell happened with you and Elijah?"

"Why the fu-"

"Answer the damn question." I demanded.

"Look I found this nigga at the club, so I took the chance to remind him about our little trip and he just swung at me. Getcho dude nigga."

"Are you serious. He doesn't fight first of all."

"You better go handle him." He said before hanging up. I called Elijah back but he rejected it.

"This nigga." I mumbled to myself.

I looked at the time and it was almost 9pm. I got up and grabbed my keys. "I'll be back."

"Don't be gone too long boy."

"Will do." I said before closing the door.

I started my car and headed to Elijah's house. I knew he was home, whenever he was mad he'd always stuck himself in his bedroom and put himself to work to distract himself. It took me 20 minutes to get there.

I got out and knocked on his door. He didn't answer. I heard music coming from upstairs. I rang the doorbell and he never got the door. I looked for the vase hidden behind the bushes and got the key inside the soil. I unlocked the door and put the key back in its place.

Yeah, we all knew where each others key was just in case anything happens.

I closed the door and went straight upstairs. All the lights were off except the one in his room. I opened it and saw him on his bed, his headphones were on and he had his computer in front of him. Just like I told you, he was working on beats.

"Elijah." I said.

He didn't hear me.

I went over and tapped him. He looked up at me, then back down at his computer. "Michael get the fuck out."

"Elijah, chill. What happened between you and Jaren?"

He paused the music and took off his headphones, "What did he tell you?"

"That you swung at him when he just wanted to talk to you."

"You believe that?"

"Man hell nah. We both know you don't fight niggas like that. You wanna tell me what went down at the club?" I said, leaning on his dresser.

"Look, I was only there just to get her out my mind and just chill when this nigga came out the damn blue threatening me like I'm some child. He pulled out his gun, Michael. And right then you wanna what I realized?"

"What."

"He wants me to go on this little trip to set me up for what happened to his dad. You remember when both our dads had that rivalry? Jarens still pissed about that when that shit happened a long ass time ago." He shook his head.

"Elijah man-"

"Does he see me bitching about what he and his mom did to my mom? No, because I move on. I could've killed him along time ago with my bare hands but I had shit to do and didn't have time for jail. He thinks this a game? To not only come back into my own damn life and mess with me?"

"Hold on now bruh."

"I'm tired of his shit Michael. Five years man. My mom is already in her grave thanks to them. My dad is literally in jail for years. You think this doesn't drive me crazy?"

"I know-"

"Jaren and his whole crew can go to hell." He got up and went under the bed to get something. He pulled out a rifle.

"Woah, E put that gun down." I said, snatching it from him. I was shocked to see him even have that. He's always been against guns.

He gave me a look, then walked away.

Jaren.

"What Michael." I answered the phone.

"Call off the job." He said.

"Nigga what."

"Elijah's not gon' do it whether you threaten him or not. I sure as hell know Jacob is usless."

I hung up on him. I didn't have time for bullshit. "Who was that?"

"Michael. He wants to call off the job."

"For what?" Matthew said. He just got here into the traphouse not too long ago.

"His nigga Elijah playing games like we not gon' kill his shit. That's what the hell he gets for trying me."

"Ain't Michael the one whos cousin got shot? Cole. Weren't they close?"

"Never mention that niggas name here again. Remember what I told you last week? Whatever we tell you never fucking leaves this room. Got that?" I said, cocking my gun. He shrugged and nodded.

"So Cole did have something to do with-"

I gave him a look and he instantly shut his mouth.

"Michael gon' kill you..." He said drinking his soda and walking away before I could get a hold of him.

"Keep talking and you bouta be next." I warned. He was out of sight.

I rolled up a blunt..I got hella shit to deal with.

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Not edited. (Laziness took over me lol)