Trap Kween (Boyxboy)

Chapter 21- Five

"Aye get up we about to pull up now." The deep voice of Dre yells while hitting my shoulder. I had fell asleep after our talk, trying to release some stress. I only woke up grumpy and hungry. I rub the sleep from my eyes and stretch. "Where we at?" I yawn and sit up in my seat.

"Down the street from the trap." He answers casually and I look in the back seat towards our newfound money. A light chuckle escapes my lips. I was starting to think of all the things I could do with that money. "You thinking about taking and running wit it?" Dre jokes while taking a turn revealing the trap at the end of the road. I'm reacquainted with the smell of drugs in the air, the countless bodies strung out on drugs or wandering the streets like zombies, and the loud blasting of all kinds of music. Part of me grew bored and over this whole scene, I wanted out, but part of me relished in the feeling I was about to feel. All I had to do was step out the car. As soon as I did, all heads turned. They looked down at the 2 bags in my hands and their faces lit up. They looked almost as if the money was theirs, I continued to walk through the crowd of happy faces and nodded at their praises.

"Reg done came through again!" A distant voice cheers and I chuckle to myself. These people kinda looked at me like a savior I guess. As long as I was doing something that benefitted the hood.

When I walked into the house the praise continued and I turned around when I heard the chuckles of Dre behind me. "What's funny? " he keeps on laughing and walking down the hall, "Nothing, just you the golden boy, everyone loves and respect you."

I raised my eyebrow stating blankly, "So?"

"So I wonder how all that gon change when they find out." He whispers and goes back to laughing. I smack my teeth and keep walking. "Ain't shit funny." I yell while leaving him behind to catch up.

I turn the corner and hear Dre footsteps not too far behind mine. "You mad?" He asks cautiously, finally at my side.

"Nah its whatever. Fuck it."

He stopped walking and looked at me suspiciously. "Don't do that shit." He demanded, squinting his eyes at me. "Do what?" I question and keep walking.

"Bruh I'm trying to help you before you do that fuck shit again!" He whisper yells. I raise my eyebrow at him, sizing him up. Fuck wrong wit him? I thought to myself.

"Get the fuck out yo feelings yo, you going back to that whole 'fuck everything and everybody' shit." He yells, poking me in my chest. I laughed at him like he was a joke. "I don't know what you're talking bout." I teased, playing dumb. This was old me, old me played games and didn't give any fucks, old me only did things if it benefitted him and his family, it was fun to say the least.

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Later that day, after we dropped the money off I went out on the curb. I was delaying going to see Zo, I just needed to be surrounded by the streets, and not him. I already knew what it was, I could try and act like I'm going back to thug Reggie but when I saw him things would most likely be different. I already felt the butterflies when I thought of him. But I was surely gon try to delay that, the week away did make something clear. I was back in square one, let's be honest, I wasn't gon get out these streets, and that was the bitter truth. I hated that, yeah it did make me bitter and angry, but might as well get use to it.

I huff out some air and shake my head of my thoughts, nothing was gon change so I just got in my car and lit up. Smoking usually calmed me, and made things less, real. The windows were rolled all the way up, basically keeping all the smoke inside and swirling around me like my own clouds. I focused on blowing o's from the smoke and chuckled to myself.

Reaching into the the glove compartment I see the bag of Skittles I had hidden in here was gone.

"Thieving negros." I mutter myself and flinch when I hear a knock on the passenger side window. I look up and see Keisha, looking in expectantly.