Trust No One

Chapter 5: Arrow

*Bala’s P.O.V.*

I felt big hands pulling me back and one of my biggest pet peeves, besides bad weave, is when people hold me back in a fight, like let me go or I’m a fuck you up too. Clearly this nigga don’t know me because everyone know that I don’t condone those actions. I turned around and punched him. I may have had to punch up, because I’m short, but it still got done. I turned around looking for those tie-dye hoes ready for round 2, when I felt the same big ass hands Grab me by my waist and throw me over their shoulder.

 I was so shocked I just pause, in all my movements. Did this nigga really just throw me over his shoulder? When I realize that he actually had the nerve to do this shit I go full force on his ass, you don’t throw me, that’s disrespectful as hell, especially to the short nation. I kick, yell, and punch at this nigga back. I’m in attack mode. I kick him real hard and he actually doubled over from the force, giving me enough room to get free. I feel accomplished because this nigga was being difficult as hell.

“How fucking dare you thro…” all thoughts and smart ass comments went out the door when he fully stood up. Damn he’s fine. He’s a tan, like native American tan, and tall, this nigga was taller than Mook and Mook is a fucking giant, he had to be at 6’9 almost 7’0. He had curly thick hair that was just below his neck, and I noticed that he had tribal tattoos all up and down his arms from what I could see. And as if he couldn’t get any sexier he had on all black: Trues, J’s, Rollex, polo, and varsace glasses. Damn, he’s sexy.

“You okay…” oh lord, help me. He has an accent.

“Yea, I’m…umm” I said trying to remember what the fuck was happening before. Then it hit me, this is the same nigga who was holding me back, that made me get mad all over again.

“Didn’t yo momma ever teach you that, holding a woman back when she’s about to fight will get you nothing but pain?” I asked, dead ass serious. This nigga truly has no idea how much of a danger he just put his life I with holding me back.

He took off his glasses and, oh sweet jesus, he has green eyes. “I ain’t mean nothing , I’m pretty sure I helped you out because little did you know she was strapped and ready to kill.” He said then pointed over to where I saw Tweety patting the hoe down.  I feel offended as fuck, clearly he doesn’t know who the fuck I am because strapped or not I still kick ass, and those two bitches, were no exception.  So I try and play it calm.

“So that still don’t give you the right to fucking pick me up and shit.” Yea that’s calm for me.

He  just shook his head, yea I just know he’s thinking about how impossible I am. Well I don’t like people think they know every damn thing about me or the situation, shit he’s lucky if he gets a damn thank you with his arrogant ass. With his cute ass smile. I still don’t give a fuck.

“So, what’s with the gloves?” he said nodding his head towards me.

“If I’m gone fight a bitch that looked diseased, and her weave look alive, I’m definitely not about to touch that shit.” I said dead ass serious.

He laughed then said, “You something else ma.”

“No I’m just a boss ass bitch.” He looked me up and down staring at my ass and chest, trying not to be so obvious, but I when I caught his eyes, he looked right back, no shame at all.

“Yea you bad as hell ma…So I don’t get a thank you hug or something…” he said with his arrogant ass smirk.

I give him that ‘nigga-please’ look and then say with an attitude, “Thank you.”

I walked around him towards Tweety, Elmo, and Ord, this bitch really do look like that damn dragon form dragon tales. But before I could pass him he grabbed my wrist. I turned around ready to go beast, when he said, “So a guy can’t get a hug?”

I put on a big kool-aid, and then said in a fake ass cheery tone, “Nope.”

He laughed a little then leaned down and hugged me.  I could’ve sworn that I told this nigga nope, he’s definitely a brave one because I’m a let this one slide; besides he’s sexy as hell. It was one of those long hugs where you rock side to side. His head rested on top of mine and I his hands were on my lower back right above my ass. I smirked, I just knew he wanted to grab it, I guess he figured out that if he do I’m a go ape-shit on his ass.

I let go of this nigga after a few minutes, yes bitch that hug as that long, when I realized that Tweety was smiling at me over his shoulder, like ‘get some’. I smirked at him and he smirked back then said, “So can I call you sometime?”

I was about to reply with a smart ass remark like, “I don’t know can you?” or a “Nope, I don’t even know you.” But Tweety loud mouth ass beat me to it. “Yes, its 926-7820” he had pulled out his phone and took down the numbers. I glared at her, I can’t believe this bitch. I would go ape on her ass if I actually mad.

But I had to let him know quick and fast, “I have a man, I don’t need a second one.”  His reply to my comment almost made me reel back and slap his ass.

“Who said I was trying to be your ‘man’.” I just straight-faced him, then walked off. I don’t have time for his assholeness. I just don’t got time for this. That’s when I notice a big red Rover and Smoke leaned up against it, when the fuck did he get here?

I walk over to his car only to see him on his phone texting away, so I ask his ass, “Who’re you texting?”

“No one.”He locked his phone then put it in his pocket.

I can’t believe this nigga want to start up this lying shit again, “My eyes ain’t deceiving me yo’ ass was texting, and you know I don’t like to repeat myself so I ask once again, Who the fuck was that?” My voice was getting louder and louder as was my anger.

“Why the fuck does it matter? I ain’t questioning who the fuck this nigga is.” He said as…Shit I don’t even know what the fuck his name is.

“I don’t even know who the fuck he is.” I turn to the sexy nigga, “What’s yo’ name?”

He smirked at me then says, “Arrow.”

“What kind of bitch name is Arrow?” Smoke asked grimin’ him up and down. Smoke is just rude as fuck, I don’t know what the fuck his problem is but he’s been real shady all week. You know what fuck how he feeling.

“He’s Native American can’t you see dumb ass?” I said pointing to his obvious tribal tattoos and long hair.

“You need to calm that shit down.” He said.

Oh hell no, did this nigga really just tell me to calm down, I’m finna fuck him up. He of all people should know to never tell me to calm the fuck down. So you just know I went cray-cray on him. “Don’t you ever tell me to calm down, you fucking calm down, I fucking tired of you and yo bullshit, so no I won’t calm down.” I’m so pissed I could hit him, so I did exactly that. Then once again I felt, hands holding me back. I turned around and swung what I didn’t expect was for Arrow to catch my punch.  

He grabbed my arms then slid them down to my wrist and whispered in my ear, “Calm down ma.” Normally I would’ve just gotten even angrier, but in this situation I didn’t. I don’t know it’s something about this guy that calms me.  I’m surprisingly calm now. I turn around just in time to see Tweety hit Smoke with that 3 pcs. I swear I can always count on my bitch.

 A/N: For the rest of the chapter I want at least 5 more comments.