The Saint & The Sinner

CHAPTER 4

DeAngelo

Silence filled the room and they all stared at Kai who was more than relieved he wasn't dead. I looked over at Stitch, who's body was laying lifeless in a pool of blood.
     "Alright, mystery solved, lesson learned, clean this up, I'm going back home." I announced, but they all stood there shocked.
     "I've killed multiple niggas without lookin' before. This is nothin' new, now move and clean this shit up!" I yelled agitated.
     I walked back to the front of the trap to grab a water, and Kai walked in shaking behind me. I smacked my lips, and shook my head laughing hard.
     "Nigga you know damn well I wasn't going to shoot yo ass, now unless you gone hop on that pole stop shakin'." I laughed jokingly. He joined in, and I tossed his scary ass a water.
     "You know where them otha niggas at ? They should of been here too." I shrugged and honestly didn't care. Charles and them were never fit for this. They just came around to kick it with us. They ain't want no part in this drug business industry, and I respected that, and accepted them niggas as they are. Who am I to judge?

Melina

I seen how that no good ass good girl Armani was looking at my man, and she needs to get her life straight, cause' DeAngelo is my Papi and nobody else's. I will crush her if she gets any little funny ideas. Besides, who would want a good little Preacher's daughter ? She can't sin and get nasty and live up to his expectations like I can. She might be even scared of sex. I'm gonna have a little talk with DeAngelo tomorrow about talking to her outside that little store. I have eyes everywhere, so whatever he or she thinks they're up to, I'm stopping it, and she will regret crossing paths with a Dominican like me.
     "Bitch yes. They was at the store together and she was all up in his face cheesin, and he was smiling too. I'ma fuck her up and him up!" I explained to Sandra. She was my main ryda and I knew she would jump if I told her too.
     "Damn that crazy, and he nasty if he want her. I mean what does she have to offer him? A sermon?" We both started dying of laughter. One things about her was she hella funny at times, but mostly laid back.
     "Right like nigga...He bet not fuck with me, because it ain't nothing to get my otha connects on him." I examined my fresh manicures nails and played​ with them.
     "Bitch you stupid. You love that nigga too much." I smiled and laid back. Or do I ? I mean for all I know we both just a quick nut and just fuck with one another heavily.

Armani

I sat on one of the park bleachers waiting for school to start. There was still an hour and a half left, so to help time pass, I tried to finish homework I forgot to do last night. I heard a large crowd walk onto the blacktop pavement where the basketball courts were. I guess there was a game about to take place, and I didn't feel like hearing all this, so I stood up to leave, but when I spotted DeAngelo coming our his shirt, I was stuck again, just hopelessly staring. Then my mind wondered to yesterday when he paid for my things.
     "Hey slutty saint! Keep your fuckin eyes of my man!" I looked down at Melina, and rolled my eyes. I grabbed my things, and walked down the bleachers. I walked past the court angrily and humiliated.
     "She should be the last person to call someone a slut." I said to myself.
     "Talking to yourself?" I looked over and it was DeAngelo jogging over to me.
     "No. Maybe. I'm just angry. Your little uhm.. whatever she is has animosity towards me and it's irritating me. I could kill her, but that's a sin." He laughed.
     "I like how you keep shit real. That's cute, but uhm don't let... whatever she is get the best of you. She ain't got none on you, so go back on them bleacher and watch me play. I mean watch the game." I laugh shaking my head, and he walked me back to the bleachers. I felt eyes burning a hole through me. I mean a deep hole.
     The whole game he showed off, and when I say showed off showed off. I even cheered every now and then. Sometimes I would do it to irritate that little Chinchilla of his. I drove my car back to school, and headed for first period. Of course I met up with loud mouth Malaysia. I swear you could hear her from a mile away. 

     Text Message

Father : Come straight home after school !

Armani : Okay, but is it something bad ?

Father : You'll find out. You should already know.

          Text Message

     I have no clue what his problem is, but it isn't with me because I haven't done a thing to him or even got in trouble lately. I sat in class trying my hardest to focus, but my mind is stuck on his message.
    
     Text Message

Armani : Malaysia?

Malaysia : Wassup Girly ?

Armani : Nothing. I'm just confused right now. My dad texted me kind of mad right now, but he won't tell me what I did.

Malaysia : Something is always wrong with your dad. Maybe he needs a vacation.

Armani : Yea sometimes. Walk to the bathroom right now.

Malaysia : Alright

     Text Message

     I met up with Malaysia by the girls restrooms, and leaned up against the lockers. I told her about Melina having animosity towards me and that incident that happened between her and I. Malaysia was mad, but I told her I could handle things myself. She understood and said she'll let me handle it, but if she thinks about touching me, she would have to jump in for messing with her best friend. I respected her decision, but I didn't plan on fighting. That just not me.