4 Your Eyez Only

15. Seventeen

The next day

Keshion Campbell

"What's up bro?" I asked, dapping Daniel up. I had to see where his head was at, so I decided to pop up on the block for the first time in a while.

"Shit I'm still shook over the shit we found out yesterday." He mumbled. I sighed.

"I wanted to slap her ass right at that damn table. I'm sorry." I said.

"It's not her fault she a bad ass youngin." Daniel said. I shook my head.

"Nigga you too whipped to see how fucked up what she did was." I said.

"No, you hate her, and all you are capable of seeing is her errors. Sure, she should have told him she was 17, but maybe he should have asked. Where did he think she was at all day? Or did he treat her like a nighttime hoe, only calling after 10?" Daniel asked.

"You want me to be mad at Trey? I get that's your girl. She my sister, but this wasn't Trey's fault." I said.

"Whatever man." He mumbled. We stood there in silence for a while until a car rolled up. He had his gun in his hand hanging out the window and his right hand on the steering wheel. His car was full of niggas. Me and Daniel glanced at each other.

"Nigga you gone have to shoot my ass. Y'all ain't taking shit from me." I spat.

He chuckled.

"Danny boy. Tell him this ain't no robbery."

"This isn't a robbery bro." Daniel said. I wanted to side eye him, but I didn't.

"So why the fuck you roll up with a gun like you got some shit to solve?" I asked.

"These my problems Artist. Just go. I got this."

"Nah fam. I'm good right motherfucking here." I stated.

"Artist?" The dude questioned. He looked at me good.

"Yep that's me." I shrugged.

"Nigga yo name hot in these streets right now. You got enough problems with Kain. You sure you trying to have these problems too?" The dude in the passenger seat asked.

"Kain ain't a problem. You ain't a problem." I stated. They all laughed.

"You talk big young buck. We'll see." The driver stated. He drove off. Daniel looked at me.

"You think you hard and shit.  You just created a damn problem. " he spat.

"Nigga it already was a problem. Them niggas shot at me, and they been hunting you down for weeks." I said.

"They shot AT you. If they wanted to hit you, trust me, you would be dead right now. You're underestimating Kain, and you definitely don't know what Crow is capable of." Daniel yelled.

"You talking like you scared. Them niggas can kill me for all I care. Imma die with my head high." I said. He just thought for a minute.

"You spent all this time looking for Kaelyn for what? All you do is hurt her, and you dying will kill her inside, yet you swear you love her." Daniel shook his head.

"Me and my sister's relationship doesn't concern you Daniel. Thanks for looking out for her, but I don't need you checking me." I said. He just shrugged.

Kaelyn Campbell

"You trying to slide through my party or what?" This dude named Chris asked.

"I only do paid gigs baby boy. Why you acting like you don't know this?" I laughed.

He shrugged, "I mean, you were at Riah's party."

"I went to Riah's party as a guest. You want full promo. Let's not compare." I said. He kissed his teeth.

"How about you give me your number and we can talk about it." He licked his lips. I felt arms wrap around my waist.

"Nah homeboy. She's not gone give you her number." Daniel said. Chris looked at him, then at me.

"I'm just trying to do business homeboy." Chris said, looking him up and down.

"Walk away before shit get serious." Daniel laughed. Chris just shook his head. He looked at me.

"We'll talk later." He said. Before walking away. I turned to look at Daniel.

"You do the most." I told him. He smiled.

"I know."

I just laughed, following him to his car.

"How was your day baby?" Daniel asked.

"It was good, nothing important. What have you been up to?" I asked.

"Nothing. I  been with Keshion all day." He shrugged.

"Oh." I fake smiled, reaching for the radio. He stopped me, wrapping my hand in his. I looked at him. He glanced at me before putting his eyes back on the road. He gently squeezed my hand before gripping the steering wheel again.

"Why won't you talk to him?" Daniel asked. I sighed.

"He thinks I'm a classless hoe. He's ashamed of me, especially after finding out about Trey." I said.

"He says a lot of bullshit. He's your brother. You know he's a hot head." Daniel said.

"Whatever. Where are we going?" I asked.

"I'm going to take you home so you can get dressed. I'm taking you out." He said.

I smiled.

"So you're not mad?" I asked.

"At Trey? Hell yeah. I've been talking about getting you for so long, and this nigga-"

"I meant are you mad at me?" I asked. He turned to look at me.

"Why would I be?" He asked.

"You do know I won't be eighteen until April right?" I asked. He stopped the car completely.

He just starred at me for a while, blinking wildly.

He relaxed and sat back in his seat, staring at his hands on the steering wheel. I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers.

"How long have you been 17?" He mumbled. I laughed.

"Well usually people are 17 for a whole year. My birthday's in April." I answered. He cracked a smile.

"So that means 3 months before I can go to happy town." He said.

"Nigga since when do you follow the law?" I asked. He laughed.

"Since rape might be the one charge a nigga ain't willing to catch." He told me.

"Why would I press charges on you?"I asked.

"I didn't say you would, but your boy ain't taking no chances." He shrugged. He finally pulled up to my apartment.

"I guess you don't want me to put on something sexy." I said. He laughed.

"A turtle neck and bell bottoms would be great." He said.

I shook my head.