ChapterFour
Nov. 22, 2015
Sunday
After LaTrece left church, she went to Jamal's house. He stayed in a two story brick house. Jamal said he had to tell her something.
"Hey baby." Jamal greeted LaTrece at the door.
"Hey." LaTrece smiled. "So what you gotta tell me?"
"Come on let's sit down." he closed the door.
They sat down on the couch.
"I just thought I should let you know this before we go any further."
"Spit it out!" LaTrece said.
"I'm a drug dealer. A thug. The boss." Jamal said.
LaTrece stood up. "Jamal, What the fuck? Forreal?"
She walked out of the house and left. Jamal followed right behind her.
LaTrece made it to Lamar's house in no time. She got and entered the house with Jamal on her heels. She went into her bedroom and tried closing the door, but he pushed it back open.
Jamal grabbed her by the waist. "Why you trippin?"
"Let me go!" LaTrece pulled away, but it didn't work. "LET ME GO!"
Jamal let her go. He closed the door and locked it.
"Shid, well you ain't going no where."
They sat there in silence for thirty minutes.
"Jamal, how old are you?" LaTrece asked.
"I'm twenty-two." Jamal said. "Why?"
"Just asking."
"How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen." LaTrece said. "You know being a drug dealer is dangerous."
"I know but money don't fall from the sky." Jamal said.
"What if you get hurt? What you gon' do then?"
"Baby, I ain't gone get hurt. I'll be fine."
LaTrece just looked away.
Jamal got up and sat down beside LaTrece.
"Chill babe. I got me."
"I'm just worried 'bout you." LaTrece said.
Jamal planted a kiss on LaTrece's lip. He took her into his arms and they fell asleep.
*3 hourslater*
LaTrece got up, but Jamal was still sleep. She eased out of bed and took a shower. She put on high-waisted jeans, black , red, and white Jordan's, and a red hoodie that had 'DOPE'written on it.
She decided to go to the mall. She grabbed her phone, keys, purse, and left.
LaTrece shopped mostly in Ralph Lauren and Belk's.
"LaTrece that you?"
LaTrece looked up and seen a familiar face.
"Patricia?" LaTrece looked.
"Yes, it's me!"
"Oh my gosh, hey girl." LaTrece hugged her. "How are you?"
Patricia was LaTrece's long lost white friend. They haven't seen each other since middle school. Patricia was about five foot four, with long, orange hair, and green/blue eyes.
"I'm fine. You look good girl. It's been ages."
"Girl, I know. You still look great. Young and beautiful." LaTrece said.
"So do you!" Patricia smiled.
They sat down on the bench and talked for hours.
"So, how's life been treating ya?" Patricia asked.
"It's been fine. I moved with Lamar after my mom died." LaTrece said.
"I'm sorry to hear that Trece. You okay?"
"Girl, I'm fine. Anybody snatched you off your feet yet?"
"Yes, actually! I've been dating this sexy Mexican for a year now. How's your love life?"
LaTrece noticed she had 13 missed calls and 4 new messages , all from Jamal. She didn't hear it because her phone was on silent.
"Oh yeah, I'm dating someone. Name's Jamal. We should get together sometimes."
They swapped numbers.
"A'ight , see you later girl." LaTrece hugged Patricia.
"Okay, call me." Patricia said walking away.
"I will." LaTrece said.
LaTrece hurried home. She knew Jamal was going to go off when she got home.
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